Eighteen with many bullets, though not rising up the charts
Telling tales from her favorite past time, twenty years ago
Stating the facts and wishing she was there
Never a doubt that passion was shining inside her young eyes
Comical in fact, as she described an era long gone

‘You should have pink hair!’ One salvo fired
‘But you wear a Polo!’ Second one hitting the mark
‘You’re old dude, you can do what you want” Direct hit
Mincing of words, not her specialist subject
Straightforward and amazed to meet a relic of the era she idolizes

Undecided as to reality and farce, her mouth left open
Wishing for longer to chat, stating often ‘you’re too funny’
Hiding behind a not so innocent face, youth and exuberance
Making her day, possibly her life
Leaving her gob smacked and looking aimlessly for the truth