by: kilkee on Oct 15, 2007|
Virgins of the Fifties
You were one of those virgins of the fifties on parade,
Moving past on a bicycle to the chapel where you prayed,
And I was the lad who watched you with that forlorn look,
As I went and came from school long ago, carrying a book.
How did your picture get in the obituaries so soon?
In my memory you would be sixteen sometime next June,
What happened in between times for half a century or more?
Because I never did learn to bridge the gap or know the score.
Too bad we’re inclined to age and then get old and then we die,
If we could only stop the clock and turn it back for a while,
And be young again just for one or two hours in that old time,
What would we say and do and would it all be fine?
Sunday, October 14, 2007