Short Young And Foolish Poems
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Welcome to the Tavern off Love
the old and wise and the young and foolish we charge a dollar
for lovers and poets the wine is free
Abstain from wine, women, and song, mostly song
Ya gotta trust me, have I ever steered ya wrong
Okay one time back in '56
Said Elvis wouldn't be hit
Young and foolish back then, but foolish all along
When Sam was broke, young, and foolish
He hit the road hitchhiking across the U.S.
Getting rides from cars, trucks, and buses
Going down the freeway and back highways
And occasionally in a city
Watching a tram passing by
Thinking perhaps
I'd rather ride a train
Oh, young and foolish was I
Impetuous as an unleashed pony
In a lush green meadow
Where the fences were far away,
And I was free to explore.
October 27, 2021
for "Bite Size Poem No. 25" poetry contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
~Young and foolish
Full of Vodka one hundred proof
Young and foolish
The Vodka proof measures a fool
Carefree times remaining aloof
Measured proof of foolish aloof
Young and foolish
For and in Honor of Dr Ram
And “Contest Rondelet”
By John Moses Freeman
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one after the other
all my mistakes i did with you
took life for granted
i was unseasoned and naïve
yes i should have known better
but i was young and foolish
it’s been a long time coming
i should have told you long ago
i have regrets and i’m sorry
can’t turn back the hands of time
AP: Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
Fisticuffs
Miracle Man
12/23/2024
Brawling is only for the young and foolish,
those with a yet to be developed brain.
Instead of taking their cue from cupid,
many minds are centered on raising cane.
Advanced years
transformed me from “Pit’” to chihuahua,
I bark from the porch but age stole my bite.
I’ve now become as “yellow as mustard,
and couldn’t be poured into a fight”.
Two Lenses - Unchanged
When I was young and foolish
I’d do things not quite schoolish.
My naked feet danced barefoot in the rain
splashing in water running toward the drains
until grams admonished me on my childish ways.
Today, I am always wearing socks and shoes
careful outside where my feet may get bruised,
but in the warm spring storms and rainy days
I stand at the door and watch the children play
whose simplistic innocence restores my youth.