What I remember is the good things
How strong we were, how fast
How we could never imagine being used up
Or finally losing
Or being too tired to go.
How bold we were, how foolishly bold
And how by God’s grace we got away with it
Our cars did not crash and our motorcycles
Did not end up in ditches or rivers
Even though, by all rights, we now know
They should have.
How deep were our loves
And how wildly optimistic.