Standing behind a counter flipping the original fat filled patty,
at the age of 45, at one of the not so new
Harvey's planted in a hardware store to feed those
tired after a long day of linen and carpet shopping.
I can honestly state that this must be one of my biggest fears,
end my life in one of the numerous home towns i grew up in.
I dont want the be the mother of one of my past tense best friends,
starting out a part time job at the age of 17, turned full time
job 30 years later. Weekends included also in just another fast food
restaurant. It actually physically pains me too see the potential
wasted, to see the gray hairs grow year after year.
I'm sure she never planned this, i'm sure she never planned on
retiring at the age of 56 at Harvey's.
I'm sure of this because i know no one would plan that.
She likely had some big dreams, leave this small town, make it big,
but something stopped her along the way.
If you really think about it, a persons personal value is only about
83 cents, 50 years back it was around 67, but prices have gone up
over the years. Then again, i'm sure if you had some sort of
value with you, your personal value would go up too.
A diamond ring maybe, something fancy in, or on your hair.
Whoever said "looks aren't everything," was obviously blind.
Go to school, if you look bad, then no one will talk to you,
take a weekly trip to the mall looking 'bad'...scratch that,
if you do take a weekly trip to the closest mall, then you wont
look 'bad'.
Since day one i was taught beauty is pain, age of 5 i sat myself down
for about 3 or so hours to have my hair
- which was much, much too long- brushed, and braided
individually. I'm sure i cried, i was just a bit of a wuss for pain,
but in the sake of beauty, it was worth it.
Its a shame really what you'll do to look 'good'.
And by you, i mean we, and by we i really mean me.
Can we get away?
Far away...
Let’s leave this place
Will you come with me?
Are you down...
To turn your world around
Its you and me tonight...
Leave it all behind
Let’s go for a ride...
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