Are Now Forgotten

are the years of a simple life
a gentle innocent time

where breaking the rules was easier

than wishing they could be followed;

are the years of heavy snows
and missing school and
shortened summers to compensate,
when air-raid drills were practiced
somehow were more important;

are the years of King Sano cigarettes,

duck tails and leather jackets,

switch-blades and zip guns for

late night confrontations under bridges;

are the mysteries of life and of

exploring each other's bodies as

we did in science labs without the

smell of disinfectants and gloves;

are the demin jeans that shrunk

to your body when wet and the

first pair of tennis shoes in the Spring

when the new grass had to be mowed;

are the vanilla and cherry cokes,

hiding weed in Luden's boxes,

fifteen cent hamburgers and gasoline,

music and lyrics that crafted future souls;

are they now simply all forgotten

because we have gotten older?

5Oct12