A poem written in '17, yet again.

 

Tweaking the ending a bit, just now. 




Chapter One

You were eighteen and I was twenty-two:

Must have been the summer of '91.

Our hearts were young, the world still fresh and new.

 

We were so smart! We didn't have a clue.

We drank cheap beer and danced, had lots of fun—

You were eighteen and I was twenty-two.

 

Your cat had kittens. Skies were always blue.

I grew a beard, read Herrick and John Donne.

Our laughter bubbled, blossomed, breathed anew.

 

And everywhere from Cal Tech to BU,

Butterflies frolicked madly in the sun:

You were eighteen and I was twenty-two.

 

Ten years ago, you met Joe. Said "I do."

I gave the bride away (more ways than one!).

We've all gone grey. Time flies, what else is new?

 

We're still good friends, slouched me and squinting you,

A hundred pages after Chapter One.

We're undergrads no more: that much is true.

But some young couple feels it all brand-new.





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Written on 2022-08-15 at 20:33

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D G Moody The PoetBay support member heart!
What a sad evocation of youths passing, and so skilfully rendered; and I liked the return to the young lovers ages then, but not now. Nice one Thomas.

Dougie
2022-08-16