GOLDEN BOY - a memory of schooldays hero-worship
O sun tanned youth
Who fired my heart,
Never meant to meet or part,
How many times you'd pass me by,
And leave me wishing I could die.
O brown faced lad
Were you aware
Of this admirer's silent stare?
Were there times when you were near
To saying something I might hear?
O golden boy
Now old like me,
Do you perhaps look back and see
A wide-eyed look from long ago,
And wish just once you'd said hello?
M.C. Newberry
Fri 15th Jun 2012 01:48
JFK - that embraces the mood in fine style. Novelists of yesteryear wrote of such things in ways that would be seen now as quaint or perhaps as bland precursers to modern gay literature. Not quite the same thing...those glad, sad fleeting days of impressionable adolescence.