Wish I was in High School, a pair of white bucks on my feet,
Honor student, or delinquent, football hero, or just a creep.
I would gladly be anything, that was anything back then,
when I was busy growing away, from family and friends.
I never meant to do that, there was so much time to share,
But legions of years marched silent, through my garden, unaware.
Now in quiet desperation, I can't remember where they've gone.
The homeroom days, and classes, the homework nights so long.
I would barter with the distant past, to relive those slices out of time,
That disappeared like silent ghosts, to the farside of my mind.
Does life forgive, or just forget, the regrets that come at night,
When all we were, are but stardust dreams, that fade with morning light.
Yes, wish I was in high school....
I'd settle for that.
IHS, Class Of 1961