When we were
at High School
you were so young.
Always into fun
always into girls
with your premature
adolescent beard.
Now your worn so old.
You have no in-between.
I was always in-between.
Now your driving the mail van.
You were always the class clown.
While I am the studied apprentice
printing the eagerly sought word.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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