Playing Hooky
Today I cut my beading class.
I didn’t feel like going;
But there will be no consequences
Due to my not showing.
I will not get detention
Or some points off from my grade,
Though of course it will take longer
For my bracelet to get made.
It reminds me of the feeling
When I struck out on my own
And became aware each choice I made
Was mine and mine alone.
Beer and nacho chips for dinner
With some ice cream on the side?
There was no one there to tell me
My decisions were denied.
So today I played some hooky,
Not my usual routine,
But at times it’s nice to feel again
Like being seventeen!
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