Fourteen in ’65

Fourteen, the perfect age
Awkward bliss
Time stood still, and
everything in life led to something
Life lesson at fourteen:
Adventures have no deadends

Girls, a mystery deeper than Saturn’s rings
but, worth losing sleep over
Cars, faster, noisier the better
Even in ’65
’57 Chevies, still tops

Vietnam, flaring up
beyond what anyone ever expected
LBJ, President, though he didn’t want to be
Most still wished, Kennedy back from the dead

Churchill, dead, five days after my 14th birthday
Just a famous name to me
until hearing the TV replay
of his We Shall Fight Them on the Beaches speech
Then I understood
why you must fight back, and
even sometimes, pick a fight

I Can’t Get No Satisfaction
I Can’t Help Myself
Wooly Bully
My Girl
You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feelin’

Top songs, 1965
Songs still playin’ in my head

We’re 42 years past 1965, but
it’s not too late
to stop in the name of love

6 thoughts on “Fourteen in ’65

  1. What an ending! You’re not going to make us start calling you “Diana Ross” now, are you? πŸ˜›

    And by the way – good poem. πŸ™‚

  2. Dan: Thanks. Yes indeed…42 years. I left Martins Ferry in 1965, as you know, and moved to St. Clairsville. It’s funny because it was a 10-mile move, but it seemed like moving to another planet. Isn’t that strange?

  3. Floots: Thanks. Yes, I think we are close in age. This poem popped into my head. I suppose that this better than popping out of my head. Right? LOL.

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