Fools we were….

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.

—>

Inevitable change

is

cruel

to

sweet tasting summers

to

sun kissed lawns

and

sun tanned friends.

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