so young we leapt from breast to bottle playing soldier then on to teen foolery trying to act grownup riding with friends learning to smoke when did you go to dope so you were invincible but before that the first kiss a peak at her breast which after a touch you stuck out your chest never again missed the chance to touch and tell the truth did you give up too soon on your youth by reaching for more than her breast running then girl to girl but soon you grabbed a gun deer hunting was fun but now it's men you hunt you run from pillar to post looking for the host but he is on the roof shooting back and someone folds another flag for the next one that won't be back
08/09/2008
indeed. thanks for the reminder, george. this was a great poem.