First Date
A late bloomer to say the least
Timid , always in the background
A date? you've got to be kidding
To be asked would really astound
A brainy girl with thick glasses
A male friend that was "nerdy" too
With stuttering anguish he asked
How this happed I finally knew
It seems our mothers had a sly plan
To the junior prom we should go
It was a disaster from start to finish
We got through it, how I don't know
We are still friends after all these years
Those memories bring a laugh and tears
Now my glasses are stylish apparel
And he teaches kids how to conquer their fears....
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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