Class of 89
I grew up in the eighties
that’s where I spent my teens
We saw the end of the bell bottoms
and ushered in the acid wash jeans
I remember big hair and rock bands
Friday night parties with all of my friends
Drag racing after school
and hoping it would never end
I remember being young
my first awkward night with a girl
I knew I’d had too much to drink
but I still had to give it a whirl
I’ll never forget that feeling
our special group on graduation day
Those faces I would never see again
and setting out to make our own way
August 5,2020
Strand Completely New (17), Any Form, Any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Copyright © Mark Koplin | Year Posted 2020
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