Days of Fun
Walking, talking, sat in the sun
Perrys, parkas, ‘I Am One’
Friendship, mates, laugh and sing
Girls, music, clubs and dancing.
Loafers, shermans, button-downs,
All dressed up to go to town
Hanging out in cafs and shops,
The action then would never stop
The endless days at the beach
The beer you drunk, the food you ate
The people looked on and laughed
Just a craze to fade and pass
But then you didn’t really care
Just let the wind flow through your hair
Doing then what you wanted to do
With a sense of freedom to pull you through
A time when new friends were met
A time that you will never forget.
Anonymous - To all the late seventies and eighties mods
"Where there is no love, put love, and you will find love"
- St. John of the Cross
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