The best years

Remember when we were
Like sticks
Rattling in the wind,
Bouncing around schools,
Homes, cinemas and, later,

So vulnerable
With crap hair
And cheap clothes,
Head down
Ashamed of everything –
Nobody cared yet
Nobody wanted us to win.

Those were
The best years of our lives,
They were,
And, luckily,
We won’t ever
Have to live them again.

Bogdan Tiganov

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