(dedicated to a dreamer)
At seventeen i used to lie in bed
wasting time working things out in my head
had enough of the life i`d seen
left my home when i was seventeen
at eighteen i was living in a dream
getting on in the music scene
no one could stop me i knew which way to go
but where was i going well i didn`t really know
life`s a bitch if you know what i mean
leaving home when you`re seventeen
life on the dole ain't no rock n roll
packed my bags and i was down the road
at nineteen it was no longer a dream
my dream had become reality
seeing the world and places i`d never seen
rock n roll life was the life for me
my life was a bitch if you know what i mean
said goodbye to my folks at seventeen
life on the dole was no rock n roll
had to get away from the hell hole..
What did you think
Comments
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Wow ! !
You have penned a really good poem here
I think we all thought we knew it all at 17 didn't we?



