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When I was little, girls were boys
No separate gender, no different poise
We ran together, scabby elbows and knees
Chasing bees and climbing trees
We all hop-scotched and skipped the rope
Kicked the can and hid with hope
Shot marbles in the roadside gutter
Took hits from ball tag with just a mutter
All we saw was another friend
To run and play with until day's end
Yes, when I was little, girls were boys
As I grew in age, there was a subtle change
Girls stayed in cliques, more out of range
More prone to huddle with a silly giggle
And whispering that would always niggle
Boys adapted, as the fun had changed
Those earlier days were now estranged
Now it was snowballs and snatching books
Pigtails in ink inkwells and dirty looks
Walking home with a ready tease
Gone was the feeling of trying to please
Yes, as I grew in age, there was a subtle change
Older still and another stage
Girls had reached a different age
Something about them stirred the mind
Some new mystery undefined
Funny glances and fleeting smiles
The onset of those feminine wiles
Now it was the boys that huddled
Thinking bent and minds befuddled
Where gone, those girls befriended
The rough and tumble days had ended
Yes, older still and another stage
Adolescence bloomed leaving boys behind
Now girls were always on their mind
The way they looked, the way they walked
The strange attraction when they talked
A need to always be around
Until that secret path was found
Then life's direction took a turn
Experience was hard to earn
Yet the mystery, still hard to find
Wrought interests of another kind
Yes, adolescence boomed, leaving boys behind
Then teens were gone, as was the doubt
The future was what it was all about
We took the plunge, pledging hearts and souls
Then set about achieving goals
And the cycle was soon seen anew
A little boy and girl to view
The only difference we could see
Was they belonged to her and me
Yes, when they were little, girls were boys
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
