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.