I learned the truth at seventeen
That love w as me ant for beau ty queens
and high school girls with
clear- skinned smiles
who married young, and then retired
The valentines I never knew
The Friday ni ght charades of youth
were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen, I learned the truth
And those of us with ravaged faces
la cking in the soc ial graces
desperately remained at home
inventing lovers on the 'phone
who called to say 'Come dance with me'
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems at seventeen
A brown- eyed girl in hand- me- downs
whose nam e I never could pronounce
said 'Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve'
The rich- relationed hometown queen
marrie s in to what she needs
A guarantee of company
and haven for the elderly
Remember those who win the game
los e the love they tho ught they gained
in debentures of quality
and dubious integrity
Their small- town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
ex ceeds accounts received at seventeen
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To those of us who knew the pain
of valen- ti nes that neve r came
and those whose names were
never called
when choosing sides for basketball
It was long ago, and far away
The wor ld was youn ger than today
and dreams were all they gave for free
to ugly duckling girls like me
We play the game, and when we dare
to che at ourselves at sol itaire
Inventing lovers on the 'phone
Repenting other lives unknown
that call and say 'Come dance with me'
and murmur vague obscenities
at ugly girls likes me, at seventeen
