I used to live for Saturday nights. I'd get all <br />spiffed up, go to my favorite watering hole, <br />and drink and dance, till they turned off the lights. <br /> <br />Hell, when they turned off the lights...the night <br />was just beginning. A bunch of us would go <br />our for Chinese food, and laugh and eat for <br />hours more. <br /> <br />The lucky ones would wind up with someone <br />to go home with-make love like it was gonna <br />be their last time...curl up and sleep with the <br />smile still on their face. <br />Next morning wake to bacon cooking and <br />someone with a smile...pushing a cup <br />of coffee your way. <br /> <br />Now, on Saturday Night, I'm grateful for a warm <br />place to sleep...a decent retirement check... <br />being in reasonably good health...curling <br />up under a warm blankets and being surrounded by <br />the welcomed silence. <br /> <br />I'm especially grateful for not having <br />to pretend to be something I'm not and <br />now just doing 'what I want...when I want.' <br /> <br />Nope...Saturday Nights Ain't What They Use To Be. <br />Tell you a secret. Sometimes I miss them...but most <br />times I don't. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />© Joe Fazio<br /><br />(brief renderings) Joe Fazio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-ain-t-the-same/
