Two Kids in the Tiger Mart
I saw myself today Younger, milder Buying junk food with Crumpled dollars and spare change Such was the currency of young love And wonder stuffed in pockets Hungrily hoarded in a world of Questions without plausible response And you, you had the same look Skittish, almost shell shocked The life of puberty Full of acne and hormones and The beginning acts of adulthood follies Everyone else in the Exxon was Them All that mattered was Us The only world we trusted was Ours We knew Theirs Was old, empty and penniless Years later, miles behind me I look back and marvel at the paradox Of such foolish sages I check my pockets Saddened That so few Of those teenage Dimes and dollars Remain dg 9/18/11 Sent from my iPad http://jdavidgamble.blogspot.com/