Post by amelie on Dec 31, 2003 2:25:44 GMT -5
When I was six,........................It was pick up sticks,
Stick ‘em down your throat, .....Make yourself sick,
Shove ‘em in the freezer,..........Give the lolly a lick,
Stuff ‘em up your nose, ............ Like a bogie pick.
Then, at seven I saved planet earth,
Dressed in space suit of mother-of-pearl;
I did it by bedtime and, for what it’s worth,
The boys said I done alright for a girl.
From eight to ten, I lived as a horse,
Unbridled and prancing and free;
I had to pretend I was still human, of course,
But discovered I could hide the true me.
Then, somewhere in my teens I lost
My rhythm and poise as a child;
Off pace through stumbling, stilted days,
The rhyme scheme stuttering and jarred;
Unredeemable shame for legs uncrossed,
Misshapen, blood conscious and wild;
Frustrated to rage at trifles in ways
That left me bitter, contrary and hard.
Now past those times,
To look back with eyes
That have learned
How not to cry
For what was lost;
Upon a past now
Veiled by passion spent,
Even as memories stir
And swirl like mist
About the lingering regret
That claws and rends
At paths not taken,
The chances missed;
I take the time to listen to
Those others I once was,
Hoping the boys
Got it right when they said:
She done alright for a girl.
Stick ‘em down your throat, .....Make yourself sick,
Shove ‘em in the freezer,..........Give the lolly a lick,
Stuff ‘em up your nose, ............ Like a bogie pick.
Then, at seven I saved planet earth,
Dressed in space suit of mother-of-pearl;
I did it by bedtime and, for what it’s worth,
The boys said I done alright for a girl.
From eight to ten, I lived as a horse,
Unbridled and prancing and free;
I had to pretend I was still human, of course,
But discovered I could hide the true me.
Then, somewhere in my teens I lost
My rhythm and poise as a child;
Off pace through stumbling, stilted days,
The rhyme scheme stuttering and jarred;
Unredeemable shame for legs uncrossed,
Misshapen, blood conscious and wild;
Frustrated to rage at trifles in ways
That left me bitter, contrary and hard.
Now past those times,
To look back with eyes
That have learned
How not to cry
For what was lost;
Upon a past now
Veiled by passion spent,
Even as memories stir
And swirl like mist
About the lingering regret
That claws and rends
At paths not taken,
The chances missed;
I take the time to listen to
Those others I once was,
Hoping the boys
Got it right when they said:
She done alright for a girl.
