Sitting on my patio
reading Baudelaire
and watching the neighborhood kids
so young and arrogant and sure
I`d forgotten how tough it is
to know everything there is to know
while still so young.
The pressures of life unbearable
you don`t understand,is their refrain.
They go about the business
of being kids as I read on
and think to myself,
you have no idea
what`s in store for you.
Everything done now forgotten
when life really gets you
in it`s sights, and drops the hammer
but then again
I probably wouldn`t understand.
Submitted: May 04, 2008
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sykkeloblat
Strange, full of wisdom, not to optimistic, but there is hope, and there is the damn hammer.
Sun, May 4th, 2008 10:49amI like it!
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They`re good kids and I hope they get wiser, but the hammer is always waiting. Thanks for reading and the comment.
Sun, May 4th, 2008 6:46am