Poem: ‘Being Young’

There was a time when I was young

I thought life was lots of fun

until I became a little older

it all depended on what was colder.

The nights were gloomy and dark

But the days were great at the park

School days seemed to last forever

Depending how cold was the weather.

The boys were cute and hard to get

Especially the ones we never, never met

We’d go to the dance hall and stay till night

and look for the boys we thought were just right.

We never ever met the perfect one

But, gosh, did we have lots of fun.

This story was originally published July 6, 2015 at 1:36 AM with the headline "Poem: ‘Being Young’."