Stay At Your Lest Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Stay at you lest

In the working class district where grew up
Stay with your lest
most boys began working in a factory when old enough
they married to a nice wife had a little flat and children.
they continued being solid workers till the reached
pension age got a watch and a picture in the local paper
dressed in ill-fitting suits looking solemn and proud.
They had done their life's work and could now
sit in the park or feed the ducks and wait for dinner.
I didn`t want this went to sea and later at catering academy
but I was a lousy seaman spent most of my time reading
and when I had reached the pinnacle of my profession was
utterly bored and rebellious I was not wanted and
took a job on a ship anywhere in the hope of finding what
I was unable to define. I tried writing, prefer the vignette style
used English or the Norwegian language, it was a slow going
liked to do what I did even though, I was rarely published.
I sit in a small cabin far from home and know I should have done
as the other boys become a reliable worker with a nice wife,
They found dignity in their place I should have done the same.