Feb 01, 2004 22:14
Fourteen is new and holds onto the past
Fifteen, now savvy, finds new ones at last
They bend, they break, they tickle, they cry
The family was one, but divorce gone awry
Cheating, gossip, banter, bliss
This girl, that guy, and maybe a kiss
Twisted, tangled, dumped, and a mess
Street-worn, disheveled, scared to confess
Life is not me, nor I, nor him
It's they, we, us, and a whim.
The clique and claque of highschool sports
The this and that of facades and purports
Sixteen comes, but no longer new
Laces untied, no foundation, no shoe
Old they become, whithered and tattered
The strong may survive, fourteens are flattered
Clique, Claque, clique, claque a new body forms
The fallen limbs of yesteryear, everyone mourns