Fools we were,
those summer days
in June
and in May
thoughts
of
buxom women
and
school-side brawls.
—>
Perpetually brewing
on
sun-kissed lawns
smooth smiles
and
inveterate mischief
over
rackety bicycles
and
suntanned friends.
—>
I know not
if we cared much
for
the splitting hourglass
or
snazzy lives
spent
in
dimly lit farce.
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Inevitable change
is
cruel
to
sweet tasting summers
to
sun kissed lawns
and
sun tanned friends.