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How I Won Maturity
Linnac

I love the days
 1
we deem spare
 2
full of colourful straws
 3
and sweetened air,
 4
with all the girls
 5
lined up dark to fair
 6
and the innocent lads
 7
who don't yet care.
 8
 
 
We would hide our faces
 9
behind our hands
 10
and shakes our heads
 11
at brusque demands.
 12
We'd play in a storm
 13
in imaginary lands-
 14
our only excuses
 15
our "but"s and "and"s.
 16
 
 
Oh, the day we learnt
 17
in ways all too clear
 18
what it meant
 19
to scream in fear.
 20
When all support
 21
did disappear
 22
and all that was left-
 23
a dewdrop tear.
 24
 
 
Primary school
 25
taught many a thing-
 26
about germs and divorce
 27
(how not to sing).
 28
When we covered road safety,
 29
we knew everything
 30
yet I'll never forget
 31
the sound of a clattering ring.
 32
 
 
My friend and I
 33
had looked both ways.
 34
I had a fluorescent jacket
 35
even on hot days.
 36
But a driver hit us both.
 37
Although crime never pays,
 38
the person hit and ran
 39
while I was in a daze.
 40
 
 
My friend died that day;
 41
our friendship ring broke,
 42
but I don't blame the driver
 43
(in his own sweat he'll soak).
 44
No, I do blame myself
 45
because life was such a joke
 46
and the last jibe I'd given
 47
I wish I hadn't spoke.
 48
 
 
So I love colourful straws
 49
and innocent things.
 50
I adore summer days
 51
and old park swings.
 52
I love all friendship
 53
and the joy it brings.
 54
I love safety talks
 55
and promise rings.
 56
 
 
So now I can revel
 57
in the role I've been cast
 58
I'll make life better
 59
and build it to last.
 60
In memory of my friend
 61
and the nostalgia that's amassed,
 62
I am an old lady
 63
living in the past.
 64

29 May 10


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this is really great
 — psychofemale

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