My Late Lamented Youth
June 4 2024
Neatness counts.
Attendance will be taken.
No horseplay allowed.
When you stand, don't slouch;
Stomach in
chin up
shoulders back.
But for now, sit quietly;
no fidgeting
eyes front.
I was a compliant child.
Polite
good marks
on time.
I feared
the “permanent record”
that would follow me through life,
craved approval
while hated standing out.
My friends were also good kids
who deferred to authority.
Didn’t let drugs or sex
corrupt us,
rock and roll
lead us to depravIty.
So if I said I regret
my wasted youth
will you even understand?
Back when we knew we’d live forever
so weren’t in any rush.
Back when we knew all we needed to know.
Back when the straight and narrow path
seemed more than enough.
Because the world was just.
Because we were destined for greatness,
and best laid plans
never fail.
Because good things come
to those who wait.
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