In times of Adolescent distant past,
When musings formed all futures path,
I’d think of the girls I’d like to know,
And on the Town I’d stroll and show.
My friends would see me by and by,
With the New ‘Miss World’ with whom I’d lie,
A ‘Glamour-Model’ or maybe two,
Daily to be seen out there on view.
The latest Actress to storm the stage,
And of my Love she would engage,
The Blue eyed girl at the top of the charts,
The breaker they’d say of a Million Hearts.
But all these dreams never came to pass,
Instead I married a local lass,
So down to Earth she’ll always be,
And so much more than a Fantasy.
The Moral of the tale, if one must be said,
Is not to live within your head,
Don’t cast your Net to far it seems,
In waking life we’ll find our dreams.
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Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Likely enough to be so for me, who at one stage flew too near the Sun and got handed his feathers mangled, scorched, and basted in melted wax… oh but those were the days!
I had enough feathers for a few Pillows. Thank you for Reading.
Great advise it has been said that if your want to be a happy man marry an ugly woman. Loved the poem that was so well crafted
Thank you. Glad you liked it.
A poem that made me smile. Yes, we all have far-fetched fantasies in our youth. As we age we become more pragmatic! I too ended up marrying a local girl... in fact she lived next door to me! She looked like a movie star to my eyes, and she still does, all these years later!
All’s well that ends well .
Thanks for reading.
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