That First Kiss , And I was So Young
That first kiss
And I was so young
I still recall it
I wonder, does he?
He was young, blond and handsome then.
He was my next-door neighboor, and I was only thirteen.
I didn't really know him then,
But we had something in common.
It was enough for me then, but not now, still, we were so very young.
We came from the same countryside, then.
I saw him later, years later, in a grocery store.
He was with his wife, his woman.
Between them, they had not enough money to pay for their groceries.
I saw him , I recognized him.
He was still the boy I knew once.
I thought about offering to make up for the deficit--to pay for the groceries they could not afford.
I was doing alright--I had advanced slowly in my chosen occupation;
I knew how to live within my means.
I also understood that pride that comes from having been brought up in the countryside.
I knew, he recognized me too, and he would rather die.
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