A long-ago world
In
Days of innocence
And
a wondrous summer
We
stood on the cusp
Of
loves first awakening
When
Feeling awkward and gawky
We
took our first faltering steps
In
the realm of love
Wearing
swim shorts
And
self-conscious blushes
It
was a guiltless time
When
holding hands
Was
a physical pleasure
And
stolen kisses
Seemed
to last forever
If
I had the presence of mind
I
would have bottled that summer
And
when I felt
Tarnished
by the world
I
would take a long sip
And
be refreshed
To be a special love
It
should fit like a glove
But
what I cannot tell
Is
does the glove fit her as well?
It
too must be a perfect fit
That
is it, and all about it
To
be a very special love
It
should fit her like a glove
One
ill fitted hand
And
the love will never stand
Both
should set foursquare
Beneath the sun on the Isle of Wight
Amidst
the fun at Blackgang chine
I
spotted her amongst the crowd
And
vowed that I would make her mine
Good old John
You
were always there
Nothing
too much trouble
Always
on hand to advise
To
give a helping hand
Good
old John
Steady
dependable John
Unselfish,
good egg John
Smiling
humble John
Ever
reliable
Good
old John
I
see you now in hindsight
Waiting
in the wings
Holding
a watching brief
Biding
your time
Good
old John
Simple
undermining John
Conniving
deceitful John
Smiling
conspiring John
My
wife’s friend John
Good
old John
There you were
Pouring poison in her ear
Drip, drip, drip
But she saw through you
Good old John
They walked in silence
Two
halves of a whole
Palm
against palm
Soul
against soul
They’re the “in crowd”
The
cool ones
The
clique
Wearing
the right clothes
Saying
the right things
Defining
cool
The
un-cool sit
On
the outside looking in
Wishing
to be “in”
They
bully and barrack
And
show off to the crowd
The
shallow crew
Sneering
at cleverness
Shaming
the boffins
In
front of their crowd
Soon
they will know
They
have no future
They’re
the cool fools
Don’t
be envious
Stay
with your piers
Friendship
rocks
Just
stand fast
Stick
with your friends
That’s
true cool
True
love arrived
Like
a bolt from the blue
In
a chance encounter
At
a place and point in time
Someway
distant
From
that which they should
Separately
have occupied
But
the fates conspired
A
serendipitous event
To
bring them, unwillingly,
To
that blessed point
Of
momentary symmetry
When
they glimpsed
Their
separate histories
And
shared future
