The Lovely Ladies of Mapa High

By Herm Valenzuela


I'm glad our e-mails are not always dull;
Funny jokes and trivia a-plenty
Face book and twitters not worth reading.
Each day I booted-up to read I have to mull-
Over friends every month of birthday greetings
A joyous reminder that we are ageing !

Then listings of friend's obituary-
Just reminds me we're on burrowed times.
Not to mention different malady-
Unhealthy bodies paying fines

We shouldn't be alone and solitary;
And sing Psalms each tme church bells chimes;
Dance to your heart's desire even if no one is looking.
To yourself  don't be contrary to these changing times
Smell the  lilies in the Spring.while flowers a-blooming
Too late when petals wilt and stems are thorny.

Then the former beauties of Mapa High
Out of a Falcon-blue came out a-listing.
They were the ladies that gave us the eye
And a certain smile with come a-tither;
Wishing you'd come in a while a-courting;
Instead was shy and caused a dither.

Perhaps they admired  us too in a small measure-
With their girlish ways and a sway  felt  great pleasures.
A giggle from their lips and twinkle  their beauty calls-
And  a certain smile that a lucky swain befalls.

Those were the days that had gone by
We didn't care that time was fleeting.
Weeks went by to months and said goodby;
Forsaking the chance for another meeting;
Too late for a romance 'cause you're apart-
For at the end you'd break her heart

Time that flittered has a way of catching up
Forsaken but driven ladies to love again;
Meeting someone else they feel on top
Above cloud nine their grace maintained;
Not morphoses but rejuvination-
To live a life in a new horizon!

In my olden years of remembering-
Days of yore with beauty or brains;
And now tired and gray- time stood still;
But beauty mellows with age without forgetting
That somebody else's love prevailed
With outpouring of care that isn't drained.

Alas, things are not always meant to be;
Then one becomes a prisoner of his destiny !

Herm
Booklyn, N.Y. 11234
July, 2013

Fifty-six Summers hence.