It Still Fills me with rage
That at such a young age
I had to choose between my dreams
And making a livable wage
YOU ARE READING
painted poet
Thơ caWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
to this day
It Still Fills me with rage
That at such a young age
I had to choose between my dreams
And making a livable wage
