Sunday, 8 May 2011

When I was Seventeen

It was tailored suits and double twos
With turned back cuffs and Gibson shoes,
Fluorescent socks of rainbow hues
When I was seventeen.

We worked and lived for Friday night
To have a drink and start a fight,
There never was a blade in sight
When I was seventeen.

You paid your way and stood your round
No unearned money to be found,
And we were known by all around
When I was seventeen.

Now they dress in casual wear
They play the games I cannot share,
I smile and think, yes, I was there
When I was seventeen.

From, “Love is a Dreamer”

Copyright©Alan Gilbert 2010.

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