We Were Kings

Born of poverty, to a working class that knew no favours, forged in the fire of our troubled teens,
We wanted to taste life in all of its variety of flavours, and we had the will, if not the means,
Set on such a wild path before we’d ever even met, rough under foot with the promise of these things,
Paupers in terms of material riches, and yet, you and I brother were destined to be, “kings,”
Through sheer force of will and burning desire, we were determined that our day would come,
So we polished our steel, stoked the burning fire, and set off down the road on which we had begun,
Ours was the world from horizon to horizon, and we lived as if we absolutely knew this to be true,
That this was our time, no retreat nor compromising, we were, “Kings,” my brother, and everybody knew,
And we took our fill of all life had to offer, drank grown men to a standstill and partied through the night,
And walked with a swagger that was matched by no other, for we were, “Kings,” my brother and we had earned the right,
And when it came to love, we danced that dance with many, and many came and danced with us in those long hot nights,
We lived on luck and charm and though we barely had a penny, our riches were as many as our burdens were light,
And hot within our breast burned a lust for life, and a wildness raged within us to match our troubled road,
And though some twists and turns were littered with assorted strife, we took them in our stride and shouldered our load,
For we were, “Kings,” my brother and none could thwart our destiny, and we had paid the price to sit upon our throne,
Let others live, “Normally,” let others live, “Respectably,” we took a slice of life cut right down to the bone,
But time moves on, and sure enough it did for us, sure enough we tired of all these gaudy things,
Our hunger expired for the, “Shallow,” and the “Meaningless,” and you and I grew tired and retired from being, “Kings,”
Time to let somebody else sit upon the throne, somebody else to wear the crown, to sport that gilded hat, 
And though our reign is over, our legend’s still well known, for we were Kings my brother, and nothing can change that.

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Jason Bayliss

Sat 27th Feb 2021 16:38

Thanks Kev, that's exactly what I said 😁.
And thank you so much Rose, Aviva and Stephen, truth is I've been writing this for about 3 or 4 weeks. Unusual for me, usually I'm more in the region of 15 or 20 minutes, but it just brought back so many memories.
Glad you liked it. 😁❤

J. x

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Stephen Atkinson

Sat 27th Feb 2021 12:30

I remember it well! Lol. Since your dry spell you've un-dried quite well! Brilliant stuff Jason 🌈

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 27th Feb 2021 11:13

I agree with kJ and Rose!

Rose Casserley

Sat 27th Feb 2021 10:50

Good morning Jason, hope you are in the pinkest of pink.

What we read here is nothing less than pure poetry, and I love it!




Rose 💋

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kJ Walker

Sat 27th Feb 2021 07:40

You're still a king.
But not necessarily of the same kingdom.

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