I’m too young
to remember when
Elizabeth became Betty
and when children were
joyous for an apple and
an orange.
I’m way too young
to remember when
people believed
sci-fi stories on the radio
and when recreation didn’t
involve electric cables.
I’m even too young
to remember the
good-old-days when
dad dancing was far-out
and when heels were
for men.
And I’m too young
to remember the six-pence
and shilling and to have paid
to see the Beatles live
in their prime.
But I’m not too young
to imagine the memories,
nor am I too young
to hope I’ll gain fond tales
to share of how things
may change from present day.
And I’m not too young to realise
when you were my age
you felt like I do,
and when I’m your age,
I’ll bicker,
“You’re too young…”
In a list
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a beautiful poem. I love the time warp feeling and blistfullness. It is wonderful, one of the best I have ever read! Keep writing and Happy Holidays!
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SUCH A SWEET AND WONDERFUL POEM!!!
We may not know first hand about the things our parents did but we will make our own memories and find them wonderful and dear to us. As time passes we will look back and say the very same things our parents say now and know we are just like them.
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