This old Granny’s getting old
And there’s only so much time
I’ve told many a story
My heart in each and every rhyme
Now I look back wistfully
To when I was young and gay
And feel a yearning from within
To go back for just one day
I want to turn the lights back down
Pretend I’m young once more
Get out those metallic go go boots
All shined up like before
Metallic boots hidden away
From prying eyes and stares
They used to be so special
But now no one really cares
No place for these metallic boots
Gone the shine that once was there
These boots were made for dancing
Good times for all to share
Metallic go go boots, so dear
Way back in the good old days
Now Granny Goose just dreams
The memories just a haze
But someday, soon I hope
I’ll put them on, walk right out the door
Proudly wearing my metallic gogo boots
I’ll go dancing just once more
Dee Garner/ Granny Goose (teacher)
© April 15, 2007
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Teacher
A contest entry
- Battle of the AP Staff by B Chandler.
900 points, ended May 2, 2007, 8 entries
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You and your metallic boots rock! haha, I could just imagine how I would look in them! My favorite part would have to bewhen you were remembering those days, It made me almost sad but at the same time, Happy for some reason! I think the title and because I read your poems before lured me in; great bait!
I ♥ your poems!
-Draggie
p.s. Keep writing!
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Thank you, Draggie
I,m glad you enjoyed the poem and I appreciate your kind comment.
Dee
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I want metallic boots!
Can i have some?
I wonder if
i could even rock them
lol
this was funny.
And how many comments you think I should dO?
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Wow
don't know why but this made me feel so sad for you...was a great poem though...enjoying reading some of these on granny's site...
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ROFL
...and the giggles keep on coming lol -
Not even close to what others will see in this poem,
I found it sad, which sounds negative but in fact is far from it. Reality exists. We accept "what we could not change." Sad because I never did have such a time in my life. I grew up during the Great Depression --the Dirty Thirties--and my high school years were during World War II, not a go-go time for anyone. I saw my kids enjoy their teens differently but by then was beyond it all, myself. As I said, sad. Early arthritis and I did not dance much, for what grew to be chronic pain had already started by then.
It just was not for me. So I did solitary things-- art, hooked rugs, wrote, worked worked worked. Blah?
No, just very different. I could write a book but not here.
As a poem, a successfully lighthearted memoir, I found myself enjoying the situation vicariously, and as such it was a real treat. I mean, how else?
Terry PS LOVE the avatar!
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Thank you for such an indepth comment, Terry and for giving a touch of your own background. I actually had fun writing this but it was a little sad for me, too. I grew up kinda poor, not as poor as some I knew and at the time I never felt poor. I had friends and school mates who lived in shacks while I lived in a nice home which my family built. We always had plenty of food and my friend Louise had cooked cabbage for dinner...nothing to go with it, just cabbage, nearly every day. But it always seemed others had everything, nice clothes, spending money, etc... but I still grew up well, I think. I was loved, and was taught values
I thought about these things when I was writing this piece and how wishful thinking was part of my childhood and teen years. Those go go boots... they were the White Stag jacket I never had, the new clothes I almost never had (hand me downs were the wardrobe of the year) It's really something what our imaginations allow us to do, to have.
I can empathize with the things you said in your comment. I was perhaps just a bit more fortunate in the health department. HAHA... I bet between us we could write a book.
OMG I didn't realize this had gotten so long! I love your comment, though
Dee
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Ahhh, now this looks like a winner...lol... sorry, I'm commenting on each entry, even my alter ego one
I wonder if I should applaud myself here?? Naw... better not, someone might be watching 
I did have fun writing this, though as Granny Goose/teacher.
Dee
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This brought back some great memories. It also reminded me that go go boots or not, I can still dance. I like the way the poem has a literal meaning that many can relate to, but even moreso, I like the comparisons it conjures up in a metaphorical sense.
I think we all have a metaphorical pair of boots in the closet the we assume we have outgrown. Sometimes we have to remember to dance even when people are telling us to act our age At this point I am figuring I am old enough to act any age I want to
I thouroughly enjoyed your write. Thanks for giving me a smile coupled with things to consider for myself
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Oh, now this made me smile... the title alone was enough to pull the reader in! Great entry, and good luck
Melanie
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Dee, A wondful piece, a bit
of sadness to here you call yourself
old but carefree and zippy also.
In remaining young at heart my friend. ♥
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GO GO GAGET BOOTS
I can picture it now its 1966 a psychedelic Discotheque a suspended cage, flashy colored lighting and you in your knee high Metallic Go Go Boots. Shaking YO Bad thing yeah! LOL miles of smiles well done I wonder what catz will come up with????
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Awee, this is just great. I can remember those boots, although mine are long gone. Now it’s the comfy tennies… I wonder if the hip-hugging bell-bottoms will ever come back I played the part of hippy very well I miss those days and the language. There needs to be a contest for that… Cool man, far out, the fuzz, the pigs, weed, peace, oleman… lol, Thanks for this poem, it brought back some of my memories too Nicely done
Best wishes Cindy
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