When A Glance Was INNOCENT...
There once was a time when a glance was innocent,
Touch was spontaneous,
Hugs were not planned.
Where young boys and girls found mere friendship fulfilling,
Perfectly satisfying, perfectly grand.
And once where you stood or you sat didn't matter,
You stood with some people,
You sat with some friends.
Now standing is done in two-by-two couples,
And sitting just copies this popular trend.
There once was a time with no competition,
No jealous anger,
And nothing to win.
Now glances, swing dances, emails, and IMs,
Are counted as triumphs and miniature wins.
Yes, young girls are now women, and young boys are now men,
The girls surpass beautiful,
The boys rate at 10.
Yet I remember a time when a glance was innocent,
And I long to go back to when friends were just friends.
November 6th, 2004
Growing Up-Sixteen
