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.