they, they being parents
and old
people,
grandparents
and the like,
hammer into your head
that you
need a purpose in life.
you need goals,
you need
ambition.
you need to walk
the straight and narrow line.
you need
a good job, a good home
to live in,
a good wife.
they tell you about compound
interest
and what saving
a hundred dollars a month
will do for you
when you turn sixty-five.
it's overwhelming,
as you sit
there eating cereal
and cinnamon pop tarts,
when all
you can think about
is going outside
and talking
to Jennie,
the cute girl next door,
before the rain starts.
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