A learner’s license is the goal

Of any typical fifteen year-old.

Though I had a car the year before,

I could only drive to the corner store.

 

Thank heavens for a small rural town

Where the price of a misdemeanor was just a frown.

Everyone knows who you are

And whether or not you can drive that car.

 

Sadly, I miss that kind of life

Where mere existence was not filled with strife.

I’d turn the clock back if I could

To show my daughter when the world was good.