The hitchhiking days are over.
Letting your chips fall
Where they may,
No longer gets you bread and butter
Childhood lasts til thirty
Or beyond
A high school diploma
Is nothing
College has become high school
Grad school will be a must
The Journeymen are gone
The Jack of All Trades is lost
The hippies are old
The pot, halfway to legal
Arms are still not for hugging
And the flowers are wilting.
Hitchhiking days are over