Chapter One

You were eighteen and I was twenty-two:
It must have been the summer of '91.
Our hearts were young, the world still fresh and new.

We were so smart; we didn't have a clue;
We drank cheap beer and danced, had lots of fun---
You were eighteen and I was twenty-two.

Your cat had kittens; skies were always blue;
I grew a beard, read Herrick and John Donne.
We laughed as romance blossomed fresh and new.

And everywhere from Braintree to BU,
Butterflies frolicked madly in the sun:
You were eighteen and I was twenty-two.

We've got gray hair now. How the decades flew!
I'm diabetic, walk more than I run,
But can recall when our romance was new.

We're still best friends, slouched me and squinting you:
We know that each new day is Chapter One!
We're no longer eighteen and twenty-two:
Still, to our eyes, the world is fresh and new.

Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-11-28 at 20:58

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I all smiles reading this exultant villanelle.