I would never have guessed that
Getting old would come so soon.
Wasn’t
it just yesterday that
High
School hijinks were the rule?
So
clear in fond reflection are
Those
carefree days of Brigadoon.
They
sparkle in my memory as
A brightly polished jewel.
And
you, my friend, cannot deny
The
mischief of our genesis.
We
were so young and foolish,
Never
counting danger’s cost.
No
dare of double-dog did we
Let
pass without remiss.
Head
over backside we would tumble
Once
the gauntlet had been tossed.
Looking
back and looking forward,
Reckless
youth and
Feckless
folly.
Lessons
learned from dangers spurned
Spared
our youth from melancholy.
The
what and how, the then, the now
Defined
our destiny.
That
we survived and somehow thrived
Is
still an utter mystery.
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