Jay Lude

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Good Old Times - Poem by Jay Lude

I REMEMBER HAVING NAPTIME
HOLDING A STUFFED ANIMAL
LIKE A MOTHER HOLDS HER NEWBORN
NOT DREAMING OF GIRLS AND SPORTS
BUT ANTICIPATING SNACK AND PLAY TIME

I LOVED PRESCHOOL

I REMEMBER GETTING STRAIGHT A’s
AND COMPLAINING ABOUT HOMEWORK
I WAS A WORKAHOLIC WORKING MY
VERY FINGERS ALL THEY WAY
DOWN TO IT’S SKUMMY BONE

I LOVED 4TH GRADE

I REMEMBER MY FIRST GIRL FRIEND
WE WERE UNSEPERABLE AND IN LOVE
WE WENT TO OUR FIRST DANCE TOGETHER
AND DANCED OUT OUR DANCING SHOES
AS SWEAT POORED DOWN US LIKE THE MISSISSIPPI

I LOVED 6TH GRADE

NOW I’M LIKE A MAN WHO LIVE WITH HIS MOTHER
WHO MAY NEVER KNOW TRUE LOVE EVER AGAIN
WHO BATTLES SPORTS AND STAYING HEALTHY
WHO FIGHTS FOR HIS HERO MR. BOSSICK
AND STRUGGLES TO MANAGE A B AVERAGE

YEAH! GOTTA LOVE HIGHSCHOOL


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Monday, July 12, 2010


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