The best days of my life

What is it about Bryan Adams and his song
‘Summer of 69’? Why do the lyrics linger? Was it
90° in the shade and the harbinger of the end
Of the golden weather, or the impending closure
Of a glorious decade? He should have called it
‘The best days of my life’, it would have rested
Easier, a better parable than the truth,
But the resonance of summer of ’69 is timeless,
An allegory to an era, a metaphor for youth.
He didn’t write the song until January 1984;
Right or wrong it is more a creation of the eighties
Than a design of the endless summer of ’69.

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