Getting off

I have not bobbed for apples
in a very long time ago
I was much younger, (you know
how that feels)
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
‘how green was…’
that valley anyway?

© 2018, John Smallshaw.