August the Fourth by Chris Sorrenti
August the fourth
I knew not your course
For the gamble of gambles
Was made so innocently
In that summer of seventy-three
Airwaves thundered with Smoke On The Water
TV flashing with Kung Fu fighters
To put them together grows increasingly harder
Yet back then
It was easy as riding a bike
August the fourth
For you I will never be sore
As in your warmth
My heart acted so childishly
Without regret
School was a universe away
Playing softball all day
The coke was cold and the girls were hot
But I didn’t think of it then
Who does when they’re young
And in love?
August the fourth
I knew not your course
Now I do and I love you
© 1975
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08/04/2013 Posted on 08/04/2013 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
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