I Learned the Truth at Seventeen...

...that love was meant for beauty queens, and high school girls with clear skin smiles, who married young and then retired. The valentines I never knew, the Friday night charades of youth, were spent on one more beautiful. At seventeen I learned the truth. And those of us with ravaged faces, lacking in the social graces, desperately remained at home, inventing lovers on the phone, who called to say come dance with me, and murmured vague obscenities. It isn't all it seems, at seventeen. A brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs, whose name I never could pronounce, said pity please the ones who serve, they only get what they deserve. And the rich-relationed home town queen, marries into what she needs, with a guarantee of company, and haven for the elderly. Remember those who win the game, lose the love they sought to gain. In debentures of quality, and dubious integrity, the small town eyes will gape at you, in dull surprise when payment due, exceeds accounts received, at seventeen. To those of us who knew the pain, of valentines that never came, and those whose names were never called, when choosing sides for basketball. It was long ago and far away, the world was younger than today, when dreams were all they gave for free, to ugly duckling girls like me. We all play the game and when we dare, to cheat ourselves at solitaire, inventing lovers on the phone, repenting other lives unknown, they call and say come dance with me, and murmur vague obscenities, at ugly girls like me, at seventeen. Janice Ian, ever so beautiful... , and re-entering, as this one of my top favorites frequently does, is, "(And Then) Along Comes Mary", the rapidly-sung part of its lyrics which i absolutely love.
eleanorssong eleanorssong
56-60, F
Sep 23, 2012