Skip to main content

a true story of my past

i`ve walked the great white line with thumb out by day and by night in sun and rain,
used an old leather jacket as a blanket and a pillow for me head,fit was i as young as thy was now i look back at the backpack i carried and my entire house posesions stored within it,back to the days when items were made not from crap, and now i look back and miss all of it but thank fuc$ i got a job with all my past perks and now i
am happy because i have what once i did not two lovely children a job and the perks and a four leaf clover to state i am lucky to be me say i stink or say im gay hell say you hate my dress sense but still i am me and i am happy so go on with your jelousy because i will remain happy through tough times and good time :)
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
i got to thinking of a young me 13-15 years of age and no parents in my life when i used to hitch hike and how dangerous it was but how i longed for it.

Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2021. All rights reserved.

Post Comment

Comments (4)

An interesting stream of consciousness. A bit difficult to read as streams are so it could benefit from a little attention to spacing and punctuation. Nonetheless, it tells a story and fortunately for you apparently a good one as of now. smile
A honest tale ,original style and taste . Need more I say ...
thanks mates its always good to hear and read other poems from others.
I was very touched reading this...I could not imagine any of my Grandsons out on the road at 13/15 yr old...No way.

At least you didn't go in for a life of crime and blame it on your past. purple heart
Post Comment - Let others know what you think about this Poem
Report Abuse for this page, if inappropiate
We use cookies to ensure that you have the best experience possible on our website. Read Our Privacy Policy Here