Claire V. Bogdanos

I found my love when but a teen

I knew great joy at seventeen

I thought the world was lean and keen

When I had turned just seventeen.

The times were tough and war was mean

When I was only seventeen

My heart got broken neat and clean

And there I was but seventeen.

All through those years that passed unseen

Life disappeared at seventeen

I wish my time had been pristine

Like once it was at seventeen

I’d sacrifice the years between

Again to be just seventeen !