Tender Years

We were just eighteen Tender years you and I share We saved up for gas Put in my old Beetle Bug Never knew if it would run Or, if it would last No air in that car Hot summer days in the South Our makeup running Hair falling, need aqua net So, our hair would reach the sky Radio plays loud Oingo Boingo, Tears for Fears 38 Special Four Non Blondes, Flock of Seagulls Listened to all of those years We went to dances And, tried out the ”The Running Man” Getting our groove on “Moon Walk,”, The “Cabbage Batch,” next Trying to learn all of these The crowd just passes We skinny-dipped, too Harper’s lake, not to be seen To the cabin fast Oh, what will our mothers’ think? A secret to keep Those tender years had My best friend, just you and me Always together It will last, time tried and true Fun times, sad times, all times real Fond memories, still. ©Holly P. Moore December 2012 "Tender Year's" Contest