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Today, I want to share a poem that I wrote a few years back. It says a lot about who I am.


A Poets Lament

Perhaps it is the fault of my imagination
Trying to improve my situation
Wanting, desperately, to find the good life
Settle down, have kids, and a wife

I wanted to have two kids and a dog in the yard
Nevertheless, life didn't see fit to hand me that card
I thought I would be an achitect or maybe a preacher
A policeman, writer or even a teacher

However, a poets life is a valley of tears
I think this will go on for years and years
Wactching life as I sit on the grass
Along the bank as it continues to pass

Feeling my life is crushed and behind me
There is nothing I have that someone would envy
With a love life, nonexistent, but a libido so strong
I keep hoping that someone comes along

While others find love on cupid.com
My attempts leave me feeling quite duomb
Naivete should be a thing of the past
Nevertheless, of my youth seems the only to last

While everyone else takes their place
I don't know how to set up myspace
That is a very small part
Compared to the emptiness inside my heart

Perhaps it is the fault of my imaginations
Leading me into impossible situations
That is how my life is spent
This is my poet's lament