WHEN I WAS YOUR AGE, MY SONS
(for Niño & Paolo., on their 16th birthday)
i helped your Grandpa fix the door
never scattered things on the floor
my hair was cut short: white-sidewall
not dyed blonde and not jelled at all
i read Shakespeare and loved poetry
disliked rowdy disco party
saw movies with friends on weekends
didn’t burn telephone lines on ends
wrote love letters for my crushes
never knew Internet Cafés
i enjoyed the good old stereo
no cellphones, iPod or video
i learned guitar and all its thrills
never drove around with my girls
i played ping-pong with my brother
never played with a computer
slept early before it’s midnight
never stayed out ‘til morning light
yes, when I was your age, my son
my life was plain, yet, so much fun.
- January 15, 2000
(c) 2000 Chito L. Aguilar

Nice poem!
Salamat, Jenny!
I wrote this poem when my twin sons were 16.
Now, they are 28 years old.
Ah, how Time flies…
Makaskasun ang oras!
Iyo baga……..
Iyung gayo.
love the childhood moments
Yes, we all have passed childhood.
Brings back memories…