As I drift through the day,
there are roles that I play.
Do I play them by nature,
or directed, on stage?
Always reticent, shy,
except when in class,
today, wake to find
I've been typecast.
I ask myself, all shift,
would it help--
to know who wrote the script,
the world? Or myself?
there are roles that I play.
Do I play them by nature,
or directed, on stage?
Always reticent, shy,
except when in class,
today, wake to find
I've been typecast.
I ask myself, all shift,
would it help--
to know who wrote the script,
the world? Or myself?
Like this one too...my little melon collie.
ReplyDeleteThanks, man.
ReplyDeleteI just realized how old this poem is. I still wasn't sure I belonged in school when I wrote it.