On Being Fifteen In 1962 Poem by Max Reif

On Being Fifteen In 1962

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We ran the earthly pastures then,
The alleyways, the city park.
Spurning the sunlit paths of men,
We found pure wonder after dark.

On garbage cans we leapt and sang
In shadows of dark tenements.
Our West Side Story voices rang,
Transporting us past worldly sense.

We crossed the park in deepest night,
Stammering out philosophy
Love, pain-derived — hard-won insight,
While cooling currents breathed us free.

The Holy Grail of youth we bore
In innocence toward manhood's door.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Linda Ori 05 March 2006

Ah, the innocence of the young! Ignorance is bliss, etc., etc., Hey - I LOVED growing up in the 60's - it was a great time to be alive! Your words brought back a whole lot of memories.....thanks! Linda

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