Small Town Kids

This town doesn't offer much to pacify
Its restless kids: church groups (really?),
Girl Scouts, and, so the kids amuse
Themselves by smoking stolen cigarettes
And drinking beer they got from home,
Driving too fast down the gravel back roads
In their parents' cars, and waiting on
The railroad trestle for a chance to race
A train. A few of them are killed each
Year, but most survive... to move away
Or age and marry, mow their lawns,
And lose their restlessness.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-04-21 at 22:24

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
You've depicted their entire lives in a few lines. Nicely done, Larry.