Young and Foolish

I would never have guessed that

Getting old would come so soon.

Wasn’t it just yesterday that

High School hijinks were the rule?

So clear in fond reflection are

Those carefree days of Brigadoon.

They sparkle in my memory as

A brightly polished jewel.

And you, my friend, cannot deny

The mischief of our genesis.

We were so young and foolish,

Never counting danger’s cost.

No dare of double-dog did we

Let pass without remiss.

Head over backside we would tumble

Once the gauntlet had been tossed.

 

Looking back and looking forward,

Reckless youth and

Feckless folly.

Lessons learned from dangers spurned

Spared our youth from melancholy.

The what and how, the then, the now

Defined our destiny.

That we survived and somehow thrived

Is still an utter mystery.

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