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.


	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.