It is turning out to be a busy week, with two research papers due for class. Unfortunately that means I don’t have quite as much free time to write the things I want, such as the third part of Ogre Hunt. So I have decided to compromise this morning and to share another one of my favorite poems from my Poetry Writing class that I took over the summer. Enjoy!
IT’S OKAY TO BE LAST
Everything moves by at a fast pace,
time speeds along in a blur as it flies.
Our everyday lives are one big rat race,
slaves to the clock, moving with tired eyes.
No time for a book now, you’ve got to Tweet.
Can’t mow the lawn because you’re working late.
Against neighbor’s possessions you compete;
must earn more money to stay up-to-date.
The children are zombies – slaves to TV –
their internal clocks know Spongebob’s at four.
They’d rather play DS inside than be
playing outside with kids living next door.
Walking outside, watching birds flying past,
thinking this time it’s okay to be last.
