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Coffee bars full of fun, full of kicks, Full of dopes, full of chicks; Some serious, some in for laughs, Creating a din But in conforming masks. The simpleton in the disguise of youth Carving his name on the desk, Enjoying time while he can, Flouting the rules, for he is not yet man, Nor yet burdened with anxiety Or a semblance of piety To keep in with society! Yet he knows what he must do, He is no different from me or you - We all follow the same path, Though the yobs take it with a laugh . . So let him carry on while he is able Carving his name on the table, Drinking coffee, having fun, Until his immaturity Is undone. J. P. Rossi, L.6. |
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