i learned the truth at seventeen

that love was meant for beauty queens

and high school girls with clear siknned smiles

who married young and then retired

the valentines i never knew

the friday night charades of youth

were spent on one more beautiful

at seventeen i learned the truth

and those of us with ravaged faces

lacking in the social 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 name i never could pronounce

said"pity please the ones who serve,

they only get what they deserve"

and the rich relationed home town queen

marries into what she needs

with a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly

remember those who with the game

lose the love they sought to gain

in debentures of quality and dubious integrity

the small town eyes would gape at you in dull surprise

when payment due exceeds accounts received at seventeen

to those of us who knew the pain

of valentines that never came

and those whose names were never called

when choosing sides for basketball

it was long ago and far away

the world was younger than today

and dreams were all they gave for free

to ugly duckling girls like me

we all played the game and when we dared

to cheat ourselves at solitaire

inverting lovers on the phone

repenting other lives unknown

they call and say "come dance with me"

and murmur vague obscenities

at ugly girls like me--at sev