Teenage Dandyism

The heavy bag shouldered on my back
I’ve left my home town with it
I paddle an old my bycycle
The driver who I met in my way
“Don’t you get on my car?”
No It’s all right
“Do if you throw that away?”
I never done
“What’s in your bag?”
It’s a precious thing
“You must throw that away.”
I don’t think so
I know what I can get better if
I throw this away but I take this
So it’s my pride and courage
Even if I the way lasts endlessly