When I Was Seventeen

I remember driving my old car to school,

picking up a couple of friends,

driving out into the country,

smoking a bowl or two …

~

I remember the little things I cared about,

were simple and sort of cost free,

I could swing a bargain if I needed to,

just slipping by in my quiet reality.

~

I remember not having any clue at all,

that I might feel the very same today.

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