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Adolescent Lake
When I think of the lake I get a shiver,
It was youth after all, I was unsteady...
Why would I smoke Chesterfield's?
I was 14- why did I smoke at all?
I used to love the soft lights on the cigarette machine,
They would shine in the night, with the brand logo's...
Was that enough to lure me in?
I used to love the girls at the lake,
They would scare me into a mute;
I would be a silent observer.
I'm so glad I grew out of those smokes;
I'm so glad I had a voice for Cheri;
Been talking for 37 years, and counting...
© Joseph James
9/17/15
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