I met and managed <br />and kept <br />a blond Scandinavian woman. <br />She was so-very attractive <br />even in her early forty’s. <br />I loved to be seen <br />with her. <br />Once, she had been unlucky <br />in life…almost murdered! <br />She was stabbed 12 times <br />by a 15 year old boy who <br />robbed the store <br />she was working at. <br />We never had much <br />of a relationship, but <br />we managed to <br />share a few drinks, <br />smoke a few joints and <br />sleep together for 8 years <br />on and off. <br />She loved to dance <br />at the raves where <br />all the young people <br />danced, and <br />I would go with her, and <br />let loose after <br />10 shooters and <br />a few beers. <br />I asked her if <br />maybe we were a <br />little aged for these places. <br /> <br />She taught me <br />something very valuable <br />there and then. <br />She said, “There’s an age restriction <br />to get into the rave but, <br />since when was <br />there any age restrictions <br />on having fun”. <br /> <br />Now when I dance <br />I think of her.<br /><br />William Cavanagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-age-restrictions-for-having-fun/
