“So remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
In debentures of quality and dubious integrity
Their small-town eyes will gape at you
In dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received at seventeen”
– Janis Ian
I read an interview of Janis Ian where she said “At Seventeen” was not a sad song to her. Ugly ducklings turn into swans. (I heard this song again for the first time in years and am amazed how deep and timeless it is.)
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