At sixteen the world was a song and the song was exciting
every day fresh, everything happening
The morning dew on the grass and the sun on the street were pure magic
and we shot out of our beds just go to out and see.
We went to school, then college, and got jobs and husbands and wives
who left us with debt and tears
We dragged ourselves out of our beds and drank coffee and then
We dragged ourselves out of our cubicles and drank cocktails.
The morning dew wrecked our shoes and the sun was too hot
and our eyes were tired.
Until one day the boy from sixteen
showed up at my door
and kissed me hello.
*with lyric quoted from Les Mis
I really love the imagery here. Lots of motions too, especially the dragging. I also love how the dew and the sun and the bright eyes were turned on their heads. What was so good became tainted with age, as many things do. Love the insightfulness of this poem. Good job! 🙂
Thank you so much – you’ve made my morning!