Friday, August 2, 2013

A poem about me

A boy was born
Born in the 20th century
century of wood stock, summer of love, disco music
during a year
exciting to see someone new
fact that is
great at nothing
hoped he would be great a something
inspired to become great
just like everyone else
kind he thinks
lost in the world not knowing what to do
maybe he will programming computers for a hobby or write a blog
not sure yet, but, getting older
opportunity knocks
probably to late
quite unsure
right he may be
starting his life
trying to do things
unknowing the outcome
vastly more sure of himself
wait and see
xtreme loneliness
you and me
zero room for error I cant wait to see what the young man(me) will be.

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