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Twelve Years
by Richard VinceIt was a magical moment that heralded
The beginning of my teenage hell;
All those years of misery that I was
Powerless to improve.
Pale blue shirt, pleated skirt,
All that lovely hair. She awakened
Something in me that I didn't really
Know was there before, and that I
Didn't know how to handle.
I think I always knew it was hopeless,
Yet I dreamed, and I allowed
Televisual lies to encourage me.
All these years on, I wonder what
She's doing now, and whether she
Laughs about it all when she
Remembers her awkward admirer with
The unkempt hair.
11/04/2006 Posted on 11/11/2006
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/12/06 at 10:32 PM Most of us can relate so well to this poem in some way I think! It was a real roller coaster ride! Very well written. |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/16/06 at 04:53 AM Richard, you bring back so many memories of end of the world love feelings when I was too young to know what it was all about. This theme is universal no matter where in the world you are.
~Chelle~ |
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