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Sweet Concubine
by Ken HarnischAh, the raucous, rowdy good old days
Of testosterone-soaked Friday nights
And boozy boys whose libidos
Overwhelmed our common senses
And how creative we became!
How witty were our forays into
X-rated satire and parodies
That we harmonized on a flatcar
Behind a sunglass factory.
"Sweet Concubine!
Good sex never felt so good
I’d be reclined
But standing up gives me more wood!"
Remembering the song long after
We came to our maturity
Singing it at reunions
We held in bars and cars
Purpling our memories with age;
Remembering conquests more
Fantasized than real;
The years carrying us off to wisdom
Despite our avowed intent
Meeting in amusement parks
The kids in tow
The wives chattering away
Regarding every blemish
On the other guy
But not our own
And one day realizing
We had become our fathers
Down to the gray hairs
Above, and the stubble on our chins
Old reedy men now
Sitting in the stadium
And at the 7th Inning stretch
Rising to sing, in unison
"Sweet Caroline
Good times never seemed so good
I’d be inclined
To believe they never would"
No one recalling many
Of the salty lyrics to
The other song, long-ago
03/04/2015 Author's Note: I'm pretty sure I owe Neil Diamond both an apology and royalties. I doubt he'll collect either...:)
Posted on 03/04/2015
Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/05/15 at 02:31 PM Excellent prosaic story telling, and capture of men's transformation in life, Ken. I'm sure ever guy and gal can relate to this in their own way too...another bonus! |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/05/15 at 08:09 PM It's always enlightening to read life through a guy's eyes. I'll never think of Neil Diamond songs the same. I'm sure we gals had our songs also. Here's to "purpling our memories"! |
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