FIRST LOVE
© By: Richard L. King
From the book: Memories & Time
Memories of distant times… painted with a mottled brush,
colors seemed so much brighter,,, first love causing him to blush.
Memories of those olden days recall only the highlights,
…country meeting city,,,, or one of several fights.
That one and only first kiss, the lovely little girl,
holding hands, carrying her books, the long walk home from school.
Believing this is love, fearful to let it show,
lunch break on the teeter totter, too timid to tell her so.
That first taste of passion, whether love or lust,
shared with your best friend, the first you’d learned to trust.
Memories of distant times… painted with a mottled brush,
colors seeming brighter, first love recalled as much more plush.
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Gramps use’ta say
©R.L.King2012 #425
About: Aging Gracefully
“I’m in my stone ages…
gall stones, kidney stones
…and lots ’a headstones.”
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