Posted by Gunslinger on March 19, 1999 at 11:40:12:
I recall the very summer when I'd just turned seventeen-
My head was full of visions of a world I'd never seen.
In this world there was no sorrow, no failure, nor regret-
The only ones who weren't my friends were those I hadn't met.
My bus pulled out in August, and I kissed my Mom goodbye-
She watched that Greyhound roll away, and could not help but cry-
For she could see my future, even through her veil of tears-
That all that waited for me was a lot of miles and years.
My two years in the Army, did serve to educate-
It helped me be suspicious, and taught me how to hate-
I discharged on the West Coast, but, oh, at what a cost-
I started learning people, my last innocence was lost.
Driving truck and punching cattle, and a dozen other things
I learned the thrill of taking drugs, the numbing force of drink-
To lie, and cheat, and even steal,I learned in just awhile-
With nothing for my efforts but a lot of years and miles.
I found someone to love me, but, oh, the awful shame-
The kind of man which I'd become, would only cause her pain-
My feet where always itching and greener grass I sought
Our hopes and aspirations were doomed to come to nought.
My counsel to the young man, is tarry long at home-
Give long consideration, before he starts to roam-
He'll only find frustration, heartache, and bitter tears
Out on the road to ruin, there are only miles and years.
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