My Class of 78
One day at a time
All I wanted to live
Knowledge in school
Had none to offer
None to give
Cared less if I passed or not
Pitchin' nickles through the wings
That was the ticket, the hot spot
A jock of all sports
That was my life
Thirty years later
Four kids and a wife
At times I wish
I could turn back the clock
Maybe take a book home
Nah, perhaps not
Skip another day
Head to the river
Blunt
Beer
Fishing pole
Relax
Screw society
The laws of politicians unearth me
Keeping the cockiness
Till' this day
I was another that did it
My way
poem by Matt Mondschein
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