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Old School

I can turn up that street any time I wish; I pass that post box frequently enough, But there is no returning, that’s the twist, Time’s poker faced, you cannot call his bluff. The deepest yearning only meets rebuff, These houses do not greet me, I’m not missed And the old school where I seldom did enough To satisfy my teachers has forgot The bully and the joker and the swot The cigarettes, the Three Card Brag, the fights, The wondering how to talk to girls, and what Might be waiting round the corner out of sight. To come so far and barely move at all; To not escape the gravity of things beyond recall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 11/25/2016 11:47:00 AM
You have captured quite well, youth and growth. The looking back to try to thus gain future insights. or history is a very great teacher. Closing couplet, pure gold IMHO.. Great sonnet, solid 7.. ADDED TO MY FAV LIST..
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