How time flies regardless of our wishes young or old
Pulse beating, pumping, blood circulating away
Dreaming of the past running round as we play
Leaping in the grassy fields, plucking wild flowers
Chasing each other barefoot or laying in the sun
For life was great them everything was good fun
Soon we'd see the girls in a different light
A smile from one of them had our hearts beating
What's to say seeing her face in a different light?
With both of you grinning as you meet each day
Now were a pair, a double holding hands in the street
Meeting each morning both hearts did skip a beat
Dad finds you shaving with his razor one friday morn
Well he say "I get you one of your very own"
Looks down at your scuffed shoes "You have to clean your own"
So no more kicking gravel, framed my life differently
I was flying, floating on a cloud way up high
Dreaming of my lovely sweet Ellen bye and bye
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I remember those times too well! I also remember shaving my legs with my dad's razor! My mother wondered why I wanted to shave my legs for anyway? Why'd she think? I was dark-haired and my legs were too!
ReplyDeleteThis feels sweet and tender in its telling. That pivot from childhood to the rushing blood of the teen years--
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