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I packed some things and started on the path from home one day, "Good luck, my son. You'll do just fine," I heard my father say. "It's time to find your place in life now that you're a grown man." I looked back and smiled, "Thanks, Dad...I'll do the best I can." I found a barn to sleep in that first night on my own, The pink-wink's sounded creepy and I wanted to call home. But there wasn't any service, even high up in the loft, So I sighed and found a corner where the hay was fresh and soft. I stared up at the aging roof where moonlight filtered through, And asked myself what exactly I was going to do. "Happiness," Mom had said, "is priority number one." "But don't forget, "Dad added, "that life isn't always fun." When I awoke the sun was up, and birds sang just outside, I heard some footsteps drawing near and found a place to hide. A man walked in with a pipe and tried to find a wrench, We both jumped when he saw me crouching underneath his bench. I told him not to hurt me, that I was just about to leave, He slowly looked me over then grinned, "Hi, my name is Steve." He asked what I was doing sleeping in his crappy barn, Steve settled on a stool while I told him the whole yarn. He didn't answer right away when I asked his thoughts on Fate, He scratched his chin then offered, "Good things come to those who wait." Steve cooked me up some breakfast then politely winked goodbye, "Come keep an old man company if you're ever passing by." I walked along the dusty road and thought about Steve's words, I often stopped to rest and whistle with the darting birds. As it started growing dark I saw a town far up ahead, I couldn't wait to have a meal and sleep in a real bed. I dragged my feet into the very first hotel I saw, My face and clothes were dirty, my blistered ankles' raw. The clerk behind the desk mumbled, "May I help you sir?" I fetched the twoonie Dad gave me and handed it to her. The woman raised her eyebrows, "Is this some kind of joke?" When I told her that was all I had, she sneered, "Then you are broke." "That won't buy much 'round here," she said, sliding back the coin, "There's a gang of drifters camped nearby that maybe you should join." Other clerks I begged all gave the same advice, One said I couldn't stay even if I payed the price. I finally found the drifter camp just before midnight, One heard me walking towards him and switched on his flashlight. I whispered that I really needed just somewhere to rest, A squeaky voice said, "By the river's probably the best." I stumbled to the grassy bank and settled in to sleep, And thought out loud, "It's lumpy...but also very cheap." |
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