That was the day
I asked everyone I met,
Have you had a teenager?
Do you have advice for me?
And the woman in line
in the store told me,
You survive. And the cashier
said almost the same.
Sometimes we search
for what we want to know
in the strangest places.
At the gas station,
I hesitated to ask
the gruff old man
scraping paint, but
I asked my question again.
He looked at me
and shook his head,
you love ’em.