Beautiful Fools

By Shane Robitaille

I’m glad I ran with wild ones

who taught me how to keep it real.

I’m glad I ran with goths and punks

who taught me how to feel.

I’m glad I ran with sneering rebels

who questioned the status quo.

I’m glad I ran with whimsical poets

who taught me most of what I know.

I’m glad I ran with b-boys and b-girls

who taught me how to be kind and tough.

I’m glad I ran with some fiery angels

who taught me the most important stuff.

I’m glad I ran with brave women and men

who taught me honor and integrity.

I’m glad I ran with the hippy freaks

who taught me how to let it be.

If I met these beautiful fools again,

we would run wild, laugh and cry,

(probably break a few bottles),

and would have so much to say,

but most of all I’d give them a long hug

for making me who I am today.