My school had jocks, new wave thinkers, smokers and farm boys,
I felt a kindred to all but desired taking part in athlete ploys,
I was a good running back but Canadas game is played on ice,
I skated like a baby deer and my stick handling wouldn't suffice,
So clearly that left me on the outside looking in,
So I took to the bottle and played hooky with a grin,
Old Mary Jane liked to hang with the nicotine abusers,
So I joined that merry band of weekend party cruisers,
I was a smart boy but I couldn't keep up with schoolwork,
I hid my anxious mind by becoming a bit of a jerk,
I was combative with teachers that tried so hard to help me,
I thought I could score points with rink rats I'd see around nightly,
I was friends with members of each and every clique,
I was an amalgam of traits but no front runner would stick,
I spent days searching for praise from any hockey puck slapper,
Unfortunately I didn't notice my grades slowly dropping in the crapper,
Getting a pretty girlfriend helped self esteem for a while,
But eventually those pressures too added to the pile,
I was burning the candle at more ends than it had,
It didn't help these were early days of the young lovelorn lad,
You see there was another girl I was madly in love with,
To me she was the unicorn to my daydreaming myth,
In classes I only thought of that babe I was going to marry,
But she had other plans for her love life so my dreams I had to bury,
You can imagine this made for a stressful cocktail of emotion,
For my pubescent mind and body had no other desire or notion,
Looking back on this time with old eyes I should've had therapy,
But in those days sad feelings were hid by masks worn merrily,
Another adult revelation I've had is, I was a new wave thinker all along,
But I lacked wardrobe and confidence to sing their eighties synth pop song,
It might've set me apart from other suitors my true love encountered,
But alas this was another high school heartbeat I floundered,
Sad though it be these experiences made the man I am today,
A procrastinating romantic poet that lacked sunshine to make hay,
But if it's lemons life has dealt me you can guess what I will do,
I'll drink that lemonade gladly then regurgitate to all of you.
~Farls Tokley
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Lovelorn Lad
PoetryWARNING: A few of these poems are not suited for children. The following is a collection of poems that are a fair representation of feelings I had and have for a special person or two. As well as a few scattered memories of one night interludes.
