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Posted by Ken J Kotcher on Monday, August 9th 2021:

Can't remember if I previously posted this poem of mine...?

I was a child of the Bronx way back early sixties…
Nothing was important ‘cept the chicks and the beer…
School was just a social occasion… little was learned and less was feared.
Songs were be-bop, doo-wop, and cool…
Hangin’ out was everything… being “with it” was the rule.
Girls wore their hair up… socks were high…
Back seat of a Chevy – a girl and guy… 
Balconies, popcorn, coppin’ a feel…
Lookin’ back now seems a bit more surreal.
Memories fade as the years take their toll…
Sure wish they didn’t… it’s tough gettin’ old.
Life can take a strange twist in young adolescence and teens…
Filled with foolish ambitions… made up of foolish dreams.
Maybe I’ll be a rock star, or a successful business type guy.
No time to dwell on it… didn’t care then and that ain’t no lie.
See I’m just an average city fella… played stickball, pool, and the rest.
Back in early sixties life was so simple… never ever put to the test.
Of manhood, fatherhood, responsibilities and such… bein’ a provider, a guider, all seemed a bit too much.
Little was known of those responsible ways…
Nothin’ was valued ‘cept carefree days… 
Friends were what really mattered ‘till drugs came along…
And that changed the scenes… it changed the songs.
Life woke up all around my eyes…
Thankfully not too late to my surprise.
Had to do something to break the mold…
Had to be courageous, daring, and bold.
Joined the Air Force… went to Nam… had to do “my bit” for Uncle Sam.
So… now here I sit many years gone by.
Still doing my bit (Top Secret Security Clearance/50 years), still wondering why…
I wasted those youthful years of dreaming big dreams, of carefree days, adolescence and teens.
But writing this down I exhale a deep sigh, and try to hold back a tear in my eye.
“Cause if I knew then what I know now”… I’d do it all over again anyhow!
Kids are kids, everyone is the same…
Some play it differently, but they all play a game…
Of youth and its wonders… will we ever learn?
That the adult transition should require only minimal concern.
For the teens of today are much the same as we were…
Though sometimes the gals, beers, and occasions… are occasionally blurred.
And someday they too may remember back when…
And life’s growing/reflection cycle will start all over again

Kenny

Reference ID: BX89817


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