Between our joy and mild distresses
We quaffed back our hot chocolate
Watched the girls in Summer dresses
Paid pennies to hear the latest songs
Ate those toasted stringy cheese slices
Sometimes said our fond 'so longs'
To those who braved the wide wide World
And left our little coffee-bar fold
To remain ensconced, behind, unfurled.
Listened to "I want to hold your hand"
Or sang along, a discordant bunch, to
Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.
There were not many darkening thoughts.
Life was on the whole quite good
We were so blithely unaware of aughts
That would, as the ancient saying goes
Allow the mysterious and overgross Ox
To come and tread upon our virgin toes.
Looking back they were very good years
Episodes I might like to live again
To avoid these times of adult tears.

© Griffonner 2025