Lament
When I was but a primary school boy
I would play with a girl
as my mate
and she had freckles
close to her nose
and red hair swishing
in a neat ponytail
and I would blush
when she gave me
a innocent kiss
and my heart
would miss a beat
and we would share our sandwiches
or eat each others
and to me that girl was really neat.
When I got a little older
I was really shy, when a lovely girl
caught my eye
and I would walk her home
after class
and we would talk
about our dreams
and go together to the library
and for a swim at the town pool
and she would watch me
doing athletics and playing rugby
and I would watch her
playing netball
and sometimes I would surprise her
with a rose or two
or with some chocolates
and get some French kisses
and her blue eyes sparkled
and she was more than just cool.
When I was in metric
I met a beautiful girl at the beach
where she was tanning
and her eyes devoured me
and I was full of confidence
and electricity leaped between us
and that summer holiday
she taught me a thing or two
and that girl
was honest and lovely
and her way of living
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poem by Gert Strydom
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