Those boys with long legs and ready smiles and new beards
Those boys on the cusp of manhood, already there but too busy
Fighting wars or dissenting in the streets.
Those boys who made it easy to spend an afternoon
With our bodies wrapped in sheets and music,
the taste of wine in our mouths and herbs on our breath.
I wouldn’t trade those boys for another past.
Those boys turned out well.
hose other boys, the ones who followed money
Dull boys, a chore to entertain,
Entitled, sometimes arrogant, always distracted by the world.
Those boys weren’t interesting or fun.
They buy their wives diamond tennis bracelets
And give their mistresses credit cards.
I'm glad I spent my youth with those boys
The artists and eccentrics
And not with those other boys.