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Robert Lindner
Based on Linc's suggestion regarding being
Outside the cliques that were at ETHS while
We were in High School and the song by
Dobie Gray called "The "In" Crowd.
Here is my attempt at a poem.
Robert Lindner
Out of the In Crowd
“I'm in with the in crowd,
I go where the in crowd goes
I'm in with the in crowd and
I know what the in crowd knows
Anytime of the year, don't you hear?
Dressing fine, making time
We breeze up and down the street,
We get respect from the people we meet.”
The “In” Crowd by Dobie Gray (1965)
There was an in crowd when
We were in high school. I just watched them. Then
Time went by and I forgot
Those cliques that I was not
In. Did I miss a lot?
I don’t know. Maybe so. But then again
Maybe not. I have had
I good life. So I cannot, now, be sad
About the “in” crowd
That I wasn’t allowed
In. Some people were proud
At the time. But it doesn’t seem so bad
In my memory. I
Had friends and fun and did not wonder why
I was out of that loop.
I was in science soup.
I was part of a group
That went past the in crowd, just passed them by,
At the time. They were in.
We were not. But the song did not begin
Till I was out of it,
That high school crowd’s orbit,
Somewhere it did not fit,
Like college, finding other groups to win
Approval from. And now
I’ll still go as far, as life will allow.
Far beyond the madding
(In) Crowd that was crowing,
When our world was going
To war, and I was too young to know how
To avoid that road to
Danger in Nineteen Sixty-Five. A few
Of us went and did not
Return. Our lives were caught,
And the teach-ins were taught,
And some of us did do, what we could do
To get out of that line
When in song The “In” Crowd was “dressing fine,
Making time.” That was then.
This is now. That was when
The school doors would open
And “out of the in crowd” was a good sign.
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