Endless Possibilities

a short poem

Drifting, hopeless, through the day

Pushing, shoving, making way

Standing tall

But falling short

Moved to the back

Not worth a thought

Taught our dreams would all come true

Taught that hard work would see us through

Thought some day we'd inherit the earth

But through cash and coin they gauge our worth

Living now, a self made slave

Working towards an early grave

Fighting hard for their respect

But still, our opinions they reject

Now we know we've been thrown away

With no one listening to what we say

But life goes on and our wounds may mend

Yes, life goes on without us friend

Author's Note

just a short warm up poem for a longer piece I am working on.