Sunday, November 13, 2016
I set my milestones at fifteen years,
It drove my friends insane.
“Why do you rush to the future,
When so many years remain?”
I hated Baskin Robbins,
Three dollars for a single cone…
I could go to Safeway,
And take one gallon home.
I refused to go to concerts,
And pay ten dollars for a beer.
I watched ball games on my TV,
With a same price 12 pack near.
I’m sixty-five years old now,
Imagining I am eighty years old.
The fifteen-year equation,
Can’t buy back the times I’ve sold.