Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #491

When We Were Younger
by Belinda Roddie

When we were younger, we sat on the hill

just outside town, drinking ourselves, hand

in hand by sundown, eyes as red as pills,

we told the stories of ancestors grand

and heritage so lofty that we thought,

truly, that we were royalty. That was

not quite the case, but six packs that we bought

with stolen money gave us quite the buzz

and made us strut about like kings, all bright

with love, yet dim with burdens, and as hot

steam dissipated, so did appetite,

and our hunger for glory was soon caught

in webs of obligations. While still young,

we haven't quite got stories on our tongues.