He walked behind the village belle;
She gave him scarce a look,
But doggedly he followed her
Through every turn she took.
Their pathways parted all too soon;
The lovelorn little boy
Must turn in at the grammar school--
She went to junior high.
But time that topples things about
Will see her luster dim;
The teenage crown of destiny
Will pass from her to him.
Teenage is the vibrant age,
The golden link between
The promise on the title page
And the long unfolding scene.
(First published in Along the Lane: Dedicated to the memory of Thomas William Larsen, who lost his life in World War II)
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