Bandits

When we are young
We are bandits de la
Corazon, of the heart,
But when we are old we
Become Band-aidos de la
Corazon, the passion never
Dies but one has to work a bit
To get around ailments injuries
Infirmities but attitudes we have
Mastered so flexibility is our forte.
Riding hell-bent out of the west
So our wrinkles won’t show in
The sunset years we enjoy
What time we have lucky
To have experienced the
1960s aware that the
Current set of norms
Do not apply to us
As we have seen
The decline and
Fall of the old
Empire of
1950s
Pomposity
Presumption
And pretension,
We have ripped open
Society’s euphemisms
And now we laugh at
The false paragons
Of political or any
Correctness so
We are in truth
Band-aidos
Not Bandidos
De la Corazon de
Nosotros America,
Old bandits still
Free and we
Loosen our
Suspenders,
Laugh and go
Looking for trouble.