Getting off

Incidentally
I have not bobbed for apples
in a very long time ago
when
I was much younger, (you know
how that feels)
right?
when the stars of the night held
me spellbound
and the ground that I walked on
was virgin (to me)
and the future was, well the future was
what it would be
I felt free.

But when I reached independence
although with some reluctance
I gave up that freedom searching
for stardom,

maturity’s not what it used to be
and not when you’re fifteen
still in the wet dream
and
‘how green was…’
that valley anyway?

© 2018, John Smallshaw.