The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Virgins of the fifties
Virgins of the fifties
Were you one of those virgins of the fifties on parade?
Moving past on a bicycle to the chapel where you prayed,
Was I the lad who watched you with that spellbound forlorn look?
As you moved past like an angel carrying a holy book.
But they were different times my friend, long before the pill,
This emigrant had to leave with other careers to fulfill,
Then the sixties, the seventies and the eighties came and went,
Though I often pondered what happened sometimes in torment.
Unfortunately, even virgins eventually grow old,
Time is slow but unrelenting even for beauties, I know,
I hate to tell you this but I feel you may have aged,
I donít know, Iím still spellbound or was the fifties all staged?
Or was that so long ago and so far away that it doesnít count?
Or are my memories getting the best of me to no small amount?
Iíd like to go back just one more time to see and make sure,
If it really did happen because itís becoming more obscure.