Sharon Perl

Your sequined top, my bell bottom jeans

Just like we wore in the seventies

Coney Island restaurant, reunion night

Dancing to Le Freak and Rappers Delight

Watching the disco ball spin

We were seventeen again

 

You followed your muse, I thought that was cool

Showed me a world beyond our Brooklyn high school

Fred and Ginger, Austen, and Bach

Vintage shopping, Greenwich Village walks

But I would have said back then

I don’t want to be seventeen again

  

I fell in love, fell out of touch

Saw you still in my dreams

I’m sorry I had to let go of so much

That meant you too, or so it seemed

 

What a lucky turn of fate 

Found you again before it was too late

 

Now in a town known as Oyster Bay

I’m singing Billy Joel on a summer day 

Sharing stories of a life well-lived 

But you still had so much more to give

And without you my dear friend 

I’ll never be seventeen again            

Never be seventeen again

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(c) 2022 Sharon Perl and Mary Bragg