Summertime

Summertime When I was young, and it was summer we went to the beach with a bulky gramophone a stack of vinyl records and a bag of beer. We drank and sang the modern tunes of the day of the type, the elderly scoffed at and we had to keep an eye on the police as it was forbidden to drink beer at the coastline (In Norway back then most things was banned) In the night when the grown-up had left we made love, and it was not needed to force the girls they too came for sex and to choose the man they wanted to marry and did. I was a seaman then and when I came back my most of the gang was married there were only two left we didn`t bother with the music but brought three bags of beer and talking about how lucky we had been avoiding the marriage trap, but knew in our hearts we were losers.