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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Molly and Mark

Whatever happened to Molly and Mark?
Remember those rides in the car?
Cruising the streets every night after dark
We never did go very far

Just out for some bowling
or maybe a dance
sometimes sneaking a smoke if we dared
Backseats at drive-ins
the boys took a chance
on the girls with whom 
they had been paired

But Molly and Mark, they were not like the rest
Those two were in it to stay
He gave her his ring and most of the boys guessed
that he got her to go all the way

Molly left school during her senior year
Mark graduated that spring
Mol stayed with an aunt who lived not far from here
and never stopped wearing Mark's ring

Whatever happened to Molly and Mark?
and all of the kids from that day?
The memory of all of us in that old car
driving farther and farther away.

submitted for Magpie Tales 79