Moments in between

Roses are red
And violets are blue
Dammit though,
I ain’t got a clue
why I sit here in class
And I listen to Teach
as my hand keeps itching
And my mind keeps reach-
Ing for words
To describe stories in my head
Stories that occupy my thoughts
I forget come bed.
As the hours pass by
And the days fly, too
homework and jobs
Leave poetry “to do”.
It’s the list that lingers on
And my ideas die
Between the daily hustle and bustle
The leaves me with a cry.
I want to change the world
I want to leave my mark
But, though I try so hard
The future still seems dark.
I have dreams, I have thoughts,
I have words bundled in my head
And though I want to write
My calendar says work and class instead.
“Professional Hobo” Yells dad
“Just settle,” Says mom
They don’t know their words
Are terrorist fire bombs.
So as I scrub tables
And organize files
I try to save my poems
For a little while.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I write because I think,
What about you?


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