Chapter (9) 17& FULL OF IT.

Seventeen and full of it.

 

Everyone wants happiness,

nobody wants pain,

but you can't have a rainbow without a little rain'

 

My fathers' words were ringing,

As I walked out the door,

" Now you have no home, you can sleep on the floor."

 

My mothers' tears flowed through the foundation of her face,

But I walked away,

To start a new life, find somewhere to stay.

 

The night was deep set as I knocked on the door.

My friends opened their hearts and home

And I slept on the floor.

 

My dad was right.

Reviews

[Beccy]

Funny how at seventeen we know it all, buck against the traces, often to our regret in later life.

It's the generation gap writ large and I know there are many who have gone through similar experiences.

Beccy.

PS. My dad is convinced he's always right. :)

[MomzillaNC]

Is this part of a bio in poetry? It's powerful.

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Hi sweety. It may well be. I have some stuff inside that needs to be aired. It was your book that made me think. I'll see what else comes to the fore.

[MomzillaNC]

Wow! I'm honored my book inspired you. For me, poetry has always been the voice where my artstic vision couldn't (or couldn't be permitted to) take me.

[Marie]

Seventeen is a hard age to be, and seventeen usually has to learn the hard way. Perhaps by sleeping on a hard floor.

[Neville]

A delightful little read on this mid Sunday afternoon and quite right too. You managed to capture something quite ragged and real hear MAD ENGLISHMAN... All Good Things, N

[MAD ENGLISHMAN]

Thanks for reading. I had to get it off my chest.