Naivety of Youth
Walking to school in 1987 - a poem
November 1987
Walking to school
Cold bite of autumn air
Breathing car fumes too
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Walking past stationary traffic
Engines revving, horns beeping
Smiling as I stroll past
Heart in my chest swiftly beating
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From rolled down windows
Music seeps
‘Walk Like An Egyptian’
‘Livin’ On A Prayer’
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‘With or Without You’
As I walk a little faster
Thinking to myself
‘Who’s That Girl’
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Hand tapping against my school bag
In time to the beat
Of the music of my era
And the tapping of my feet
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Your hair’s too long!
Just look at those clothes!
You can’t go to school dressed like that!
I wear my parents’ disapproval like a badge of honor
On my way to school
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Denim jacket
With denim jeans
Festooned with buttons and badges
Even tartan was cool to wear
Along with my Dr. Martens
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Oh! what a time to be alive
I thought I was so cool
The naivety of youth, abundant
On my way to school
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Oh! to be hip
Oh! to be cool
The naivety of youth, abundant
On my way to school
1987
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Paul Douglas
I have always loved to write, especially poems and short stories. I also have an abiding love for technology and gaming. I love to share my outlook with others.
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