Partners in Crime

It teaches you patience; she said

For, it reaches you slow and sweet
It reached me quiet early, I said
When I was seventeen or eighteen

Those were the days of cheap
Of depending on pocket feed
Both quantity and quality were less
But the high was high and deep

Then came the money days
Along came the Gokul ways
My partner in crime and I
Were found there every eve

The partner left for a foreign land
Crime stayed pretty much at hand
Gathering further ash and dust
Turning me into a living ghost

Then came the days of Anitiquity
Of things wild, and life sweet
We got together again in crime
Even if it was, just for a while

Followed by years of separation
Crime continued, simultaneously
Towards sophisticated ways,
Elitist names and complex tastes

Years later, the partners united
Over a bottle of almondy Glen
Mellowed conversations and love
Crime had hit the city, yet again!