I
Seven hundred and twenty days left
Fresh Meat is all you are
Lost and confused in a stampede of sneakers
Schedule in one hand and map in the other.
II
Five Hundred and forty days left
You’re half way there
No longer the weak one
Now with old and new friends.
III
Three hundred and sixty days left
only a couple years to go
you have now gained knowledge
to finish off strong.
IV
One hundred and eighty days left
This is the end
you have survived
Do you regret the choices you made?
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
PoetryI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
