Bettie Beaire Young
Fast Lane - Poem by Bettie Beaire Young
Living in the fast lane should
not be your style.
Listen to me for a little while,
When we were children,
We used to say.
"Mom bake some cookies
For me today",
Now times have changed
We sadly fear,
"Now it's "mom give me some bread, I'm out of here!"
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