smoking over a poem and reflecting on life

one of those streams of thought, looks like.

i don't rhyme when i write because words are words and never want to go

hand in hand the way some writers, a lot of writers, like to make them,

but to each his own, i guess, live and let live, i'll just sit here and

write poems that don't rhyme, don't make sense, don't do anything except

be poems, and maybe smoke a bit and think about how ageless the aged are

because years go by and so does their money, but there is always someone older than them,

always someone wiser, someone to tell them what is and what's not,

and i guess it works for everyone, all ages, because i remember tossing the

younger kids around at school when i was naught 10 years old

thinking i was hot s**t, and then i would come home to mother and father baring their teeth

and it was then that i'd know what the circle of life was, what the lion king was all about

this is it, this is life, something to wipe your a*s on and pass down to the next chump in the line

that never stops, never stops breathing like we all will quite soon, quite soon now,

and suddenly i choke on the cigarette smoke and my eyes tear up, and i put out

the cig and read the poem i just finished, and i soon realize that none of it rhymes,

and none of it ever will.

Author's Note

The whole "someone is always older than you" thing occured to me today. I made something out of it.

I didn't edit anything. Just wrote and posted. It's probably a little rough around the edges.

Reviews

[Juliet]

I love your viewpoint in this poem. The way you've structured it follows with the words you've put down. Not quite "hand in hand" but more of an honest look at the way things are. It's brilliant and full of truth. I applaud you. This is an excellent poem.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very astute for a point of view so young. Nice write.