Poem #29

Rhyme

There are so many

I feel like I don’t fit with any

How can I keep track

I think some of them are whack

There are warriors, caregivers, and creators too

and thats only a few

The fool is just plain dumb

and there are still more to come

I could be innocent or a lover or maybe a jester

I guess that is better than a child molester

I guess I can be all of them at some point

I just hope I don’t disappoint

1 comment December 2, 2009