Of the things we learned when we were young
some retained and some long gone
some things useful and some things dumb
some were everything
former hippies tried to teach us love
self-esteem, say no to drugs
art and music to make us whole
poetry for our latch-key souls
I learned to write the way I shout
words will come when I let them out
simple phrases with razor edges
big ideas on tiny pages
drenched in assonance
and rhyme now
coalescing all my ages.
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