Youthful Flings (Quick To Get To Finish) Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is it like,
To fly your kite...
On Boulevard and Main.

What is it like,
To do a slow stroll...
Through cold Winter snow.

What is it like,
To sip lemonade...
Made to taste in Spring.
And...
What is it like to remember,
Flights taken...
Quick to get to finish,
Youthful flings.

What is it like,
To fly your kite...
On Boulevard and Main.
Quick to get to finish.

What is it like,
To do a slow stroll...
Through cold Winter snow.
Yet quick to get it finish.

What is it like,
To sip lemonade...
Made to taste in Spring.
Quick to get it finished.
And...
What is it like to remember,
Flights taken...
Quick to get to finish,
Youthful flings.
Too quick to get them finished.
Youthful flings.
Quick to have them finished.
Those youthful flings.