If I could love a boy again, I’d love a boy like you
But boys are boys and men are men
And I’m too tired to play again
If I could love a boy again, I’d love a boy like you
But girls aren’t toys and toys aren’t friends
And I’m too tired to play again
If I could love a boy again, I’d love a boy like you
But life is not a simple game
And love is more than sweet refrain
I’d love to love, but all the same
I’ve grown too much to play your game
WHAT A TERRIFIC POEM...I LOVED IT. THE STRONG PHRASES, IMAGERY AND UNIQUE RHYME SEQUENCE WAS REALLY ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Yes, boys are boys, but I've found that men are not necessarily men. Many seem to retain a boy's mentality in a man's body, recognizing perhaps that big girls aren't girls, anymore, but wanting to toy with them anyway 'cause, in reality, the men are just bigger boys marching time as they add to their collection.
But to pen such a mature perspective, it's obvious that little Lori Moore is a grown-up woman fancifully day-dreaming of the days of yesteryear when she enjoyed--in carefree abandon--loving a boy. From a different gender profile, I recall only too well the Beatles' song "Yesterday." But then that brings back to mind another of their tunes, "Let It Be."
And so we move on, the aspect of "Loving a boy" simply another circumstance which permits us to grow and to be able to enjoy the bountiful fruit of maturity. And from a really, really grown-up man's point of view--if I get any more grown up I'll be daydreaming of speakeasys, flappers and prohibition--I'll take the grown-up woman anytime. Yeah!
Love a girl, again? No, I've grown too much to play their game.
Okay, I guess I get too much mileage out of a few lines of verse. But you wrote it, girl friend!
I get it, Lori. It makes sense. Girls are girls and I haven't figured them out yet. After reading your poem, I don't feel so badly. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
YOu bet WOMEN!
Stay True to your Heart and Soul!
Love this...The flowwwwwwww is excellent and the write is REality!
WArmest Blessings! of PEACE, Love, Wisdom, Inspiration and JOy in the Holiday Season and into the NEW YEAR! -2207- I've missed you and today I am tracking you again.
Warm HuGs,Sheeexoox
Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2006
This poem tells it like it is. When we mature, we don't care to play those games. We want a relationship that has mutual love and respect. I enjoyed reading this poem, Lori.
Some games played take on no responsibilities...therein lies the difference 'tween boys and men! Totally enjoyed this refrain, Lori (and fellow Texan?)
Micke
Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)
Reviewed on December 18, 2006
Loved your poem,Lori, Boys are boys but they do have to become men.Girls mature a lot faster than boys.Some boys as they've gotten older still need help.To love young Is to learn from mistakes and
hope that what you've learned will help your search for that special one.
Merry Christmas
Michael
We picture love as if it's only sweet smelling bouquets and forget that life hands out flowers and thorns. But true love, I read, is a community of two and if they work hard, the thorns will leave little scars. As you say love is not a game. Victor
And,some never grow into men...Your words are wise and true to life, in that I am sure most women have come across this situation...at least once!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
I second this one, Lori. If only love came without all the games and lies; I just don't want or need to deal with that anymore. I am not going to try to say that I am innocent of ever playing a game, but I learned long ago that hurting someone for my own gain was not a victory at all. My self-respect is far too important to me now to ever use someone, or allow myself to be used, in that way again. Excellent poem, as always when I visit your den.
Take care,
Sherry
I like this Lori, you stated your case well and the message shows signs of coming of age in a romantic relationship kind of way. It is easy to go with the flow when we are young and the loving is fun but after a while we need somthing more substansive and you seemed to have defined that change here.
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Blessed are those who find it in another soul.
Very well put.
Zach
A good write.
I'm jist learnin'
Guess I never grew up
Fearful of what I might become
In the eyes of the one I love
Most enjoyable read
Miller
Ron
Yes, boys are boys, but I've found that men are not necessarily men. Many seem to retain a boy's mentality in a man's body, recognizing perhaps that big girls aren't girls, anymore, but wanting to toy with them anyway 'cause, in reality, the men are just bigger boys marching time as they add to their collection.
But to pen such a mature perspective, it's obvious that little Lori Moore is a grown-up woman fancifully day-dreaming of the days of yesteryear when she enjoyed--in carefree abandon--loving a boy. From a different gender profile, I recall only too well the Beatles' song "Yesterday." But then that brings back to mind another of their tunes, "Let It Be."
And so we move on, the aspect of "Loving a boy" simply another circumstance which permits us to grow and to be able to enjoy the bountiful fruit of maturity. And from a really, really grown-up man's point of view--if I get any more grown up I'll be daydreaming of speakeasys, flappers and prohibition--I'll take the grown-up woman anytime. Yeah!
Love a girl, again? No, I've grown too much to play their game.
Okay, I guess I get too much mileage out of a few lines of verse. But you wrote it, girl friend!
Love to you,
Richard
Regis
Stay True to your Heart and Soul!
Love this...The flowwwwwwww is excellent and the write is REality!
WArmest Blessings! of PEACE, Love, Wisdom, Inspiration and JOy in the Holiday Season and into the NEW YEAR! -2207- I've missed you and today I am tracking you again.
Warm HuGs,Sheeexoox
Men are from Mars...and Women are from Venus..
And never the twain shall meet..
Peter
Brett
thanks for sharing
Bad bad leroy brown...
Brava!!
Love Tinka
Micke
hope that what you've learned will help your search for that special one.
Merry Christmas
Michael
Neat Unique Write...
TRASK
Love the poem
Happy Holidays!
I wish you all the wonders of a Merry Christmas and the Happiest New Year!!!!! May God bless you always!!!!!
Lots of love,
Sandie May Angel :o)
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Take care,
Sherry
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