Your First Time

 

On those days

Between sun and rain

With nothing happening,

One is apt to sit and try

To come up with ways

To create excitement and fun,

And so it was with the four

Young lads strolling in all

Cool and happening,

Energy popping

From every pore,

Still not yet tall enough

To peak over the fence,

Unable to find a knothole

For a first glimpse of maturity,

Some called it rude

Trying to be

What they would become,

But hey, part the haze,

Has it been so long

Since you were young,

Prepping and prancing

Dancing the line,

Just shy of imaging

Your first time.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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