1108/1992
Sometimes I wish I could start all over
I find myself wishing on a four-leaf clover
Mostly things never go my way
There is always tomorrow, it's a new day
The end comes too fast, life is so short
Some treat it like it was a joke or a sport
Only out to have their fun
Why does the kid in the corner hold a gun?
What is the need is it for power?
Is this the time or even the hour?
The day, the hour surely draws near
But he has a gun and nothing but fear
If he had a chance to start new and begin
You know it like I, he'd do it again. . .
©2024 nicefro press, Ryan Lessard random thoughts & poetry
3 comments:
I wrote this poem in high school. I searched for more high school poetry but couldn't find anything that I wanted to share. This why there is a gap between the first post and the next which isn't until 1994.
This is really old. You've been writing for 22 years?
I wrote this in HS when I lived with my parents... I have returned to the same spot and same room renovated 22 years later...
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