Now why did I feel no remorse?
Because it was a game of course
Lanky youth and stunning girl
Always walking home after school
Chatting about not so much
But it was funny how we'd touch
And talk of life and love and art
With just one sweet kiss as we'd part
Then I said I liked Susan Tate
Asked her if she could fix a date
"Yes I'll speak to her have no fear"
As on her cheek I saw a tear
Soon I was walking sweet Sue home
A careless fool but a coxcomb
Now why did I feel no remorse?
Because it was a game of course
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Delightful tale
ReplyDeleteBecause it was a game of course - oh how we do such things in our youth! A very nice poem.
ReplyDeleteEverything's a game when you're young - and then we grow up...
ReplyDeleteIn youth the corners are toys.
ReplyDeleteAlas, love and being young is a game to many. Wonderful poem indeed.
ReplyDeleteOh these games children play.. so much is experimenting with new found power. Sadly some people never grow out of such habits.
ReplyDeleteReally well done. I feel so sorry for the girl.
ReplyDeleteYes sadly it is a game for many..
ReplyDelete... oh the trials of youth - and dating in general. Well penned
ReplyDeleteSometimes we're the played, and sometimes we're the player. And -hopefully - wisdom comes to us all in time.
ReplyDeletePlaying games help to hone the skills for both for later interactions. Though initially it might appear crude.
ReplyDeleteHank
Yes! So understand this... but one never knows which plays might land and be remembered for a loooong time. I like the wistfulness of this, the tinge of regret.
ReplyDeleteNicely written, O. E. Written for us to disagree?
ReplyDeleteIt was a game of course, or so we tell it that way. But how many other games do we we remember other than these affectionate ones? How many make at least one of us sad when it's over? How many tears run that we don't see? Ours as well as the other's if we admit to it.
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