"Musing on 17 I remembered an old song. Boomerfags might remember the guy who wrote it died young in a car crash.
"She has no fear of failure, she's not bent with broken dreams.
For the future's just beginning when you're always seventeen
It was nineteen sixty-one when we went to Washington;
She put her arms around me and said, "Camelot's begun."
We listened to his visions of how our land should be;
We gave him our hearts and minds to send across the sea.
Nineteen sixty-three, white and black upon the land;
She brought me to the monuments and made us all join hands.
And scarcely six months later she held me through the night
When we heard what had happened in that brutal Dallas light.
Oh, she is always seventeen;
She has a dream that she will lend us and a love that we can borrow.
There is so much joy inside her she will even share her sorrow;
She's our past, our present, and our promise of tomorrow.
Oh, truly she's the only hope I've seen, and she is always seventeen."