Boys

When I was just
a little girl,
I met the brown-haired boy
next door,
and I ran off with
his rasberry dreamsicle,
and dumped
it into the gutter,
because he was just a boy,
and I was just a cruel girl.

And when I got older,
after I'd been in
Elementary school
for just 3 years,
I met the same
pretty brown-haired boy,
and I punched him
right in the stomach,
because he was just a boy,
and I was just a tom-boy.

And when I finally
entered highschool
as a meek little freshman,
that same
pretty brown-haired boy
was waiting for me at the door,
to show me the way
through the halls,
because he was just a boy,
and I was just a shy girl.

When I was going off to college,
a big girl with ideals,
that same
pretty brown-haired boy
came to my house
to wish me goodbye and good luck,
and he gave me my first kiss,
standing right there on
my front porch,
and I went into the house,
unpacked my bags,
and told mommy and daddy
that college wasn't
in the picture anymore,
because he was just a boy,
and I was just a girl in love.

And when we were married,
right in the church down the street,
my daddy walked me down the aisle,
and even shed a tear
when he gave me up forever
to the pretty brown-haired boy
next door,
and when I threw my bouquet
into the mob of single women,
my husband stared straight
at me, and smiled
like fresh sunshine,
because he was just a man now,
and I was now his woman.

And when we had lived many years
together, and had watched
our beautiful children
grow up around us,
we quietly waited for death
to coming knockin' at
one of our doors,
because he was just a man,
and I was just a woman.

And when we finally died,
and reached the plane
of absolute beauty,
my pretty brown-haired boy
took me into his arms,
quietly stroked my hair,
and said beautifully simple,
"Darling, I am still just a man,
and you are still just a woman."