Those were the times…

we were young and the times were heady
the future glowed rosily
through the beauteous rose-tinted glasses
as giddy-headed clouds raced against time
we lay squinting at the sun
lacing our fingers, weaving sugar-spun dreams

sadly we forgot to bottle and preserve those sunny times
lugubrious clouds of discontent hang heavy
hiding the affirmations badly needed
harsh realities of living are the sodden blanket
that leave us shaking and vulnerable
sitting on the edge of twilight zone of living
I wonder if the luxury of oblivion will envelop us
if only for a while!