Monday, November 24, 2008

Rubber ducky, you're the one


You and I were best friends
Back when life was simple and safe
When straight As and a close circle of friends
Were meaning, self-esteem
And boys were silly, maddening puzzles.

Sixteen years old
Five-dollar costume jewellery
You’d try on my shortest skirts
And we’d go to all the senior’s parties
Get drunk off attention and Smirnoff Ice.

Somewhere along the way
Reality and responsibility
Pulled down our smiles and hemlines
And now here we stand, disillusioned
Me, restless among my shrunken dreams
And you, struggling under the weight of yours.

1 comment:

Claudia said...

I love this. Thank you for writing it. Your way with words never ceases to amaze me.