I wish my so called prime that really wasn't
happened in the 80s at the peak
of legs on city sidewalks softly lucent
in pantyhose when ugly wasn't chic.
When joy just meant the mall's up escalator
and shoe salesmen, agog and yet discreet,
who never guessed they'd never have it better,
slipped pumps onto nice nylon-covered feet.
What a time the 80s must've been,
though I was born too late to know for sure.
Oh to hit rewind and re-begin
all things too light and lovely to endure.