Fin Times
Remember
the days when easy calls were made
High
finance was the game and it was easily laid
Reached
for that elite nothing discreet
Just the
goal to reach that summit fleet
City from
gold exchanged into paper manifold
Such a
joyous time of fun under the sun untold
Women so
easy and pretty to behold
Supple
soft to the touch so willing to hold
Rising
tide came crashing down then again the ride
Exciting
emotions high and low swept all from side to side
Prince
for a time was always worth any decline
Fools
that thought they were kings were swine
Those
days when memories were made and drunken fun
Of course
we were young and the future was then run
For now I
know that forever is not even the sun
I miss
them all but would not trade that past at all
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