She got pregnant and I’m trapped in this thing
only nine-teen and in a wedding coat
so, you know, I’ve got no reason to sing
thrown into the water and I won’t float
just one little mistake teen-agers make
and life, as I know it, is all over
not twenty and cutting the wedding cake
there’ll be no singing ‘Crimson and Clover’
all my plans have been flushed down the toilet
all I wanted cannot even be reached
married and haven’t paid for my car yet
I’m left walking the misty Jersey beach
a phone call tells me that she lost the child!
many more good years I have to be wild
(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)
So, I’ve got Springsteen’s ‘The River’ in my head and my writer’s craft teacher says that we’re going to write sonnets today. Little harsh at the end, I guess.