Tuesday, September 3, 2019

Senior Year - poem

Lawrence Hall
mhall46184@aol.com


Senior Year

You wake up in the morning and you know
You’ll only be all wrong again today
A prisoner of constant condemnation
And even your silence is suspicious

Your soul dissected for any dissent
Examined with sneering disapproval
And any hope is hissed with decent scorn
Your silence is especially suspicious
 
But maybe…

Maybe today – maybe it will be different…

You foolish boy; how wrong you always are

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