Poets

The One out of Many

Kelly:

This year I was given a task,

To be one of the mature of my class.

I wasn't going to be president,

And I didn't want to be crass,

But hell if I was going to be the good one,

They happened to choose last.

My peers were strong weights,

Starting off as beginners,

The start might be rough,

I wish the finish could come quicker.

I was given the choice,

To evaluate what their thinking.

But most of them are asleep,

Or just steadily blinking.

Still I remembered,

To say,

"Hi"

And

"Hello"

I walked with a skip,

Like I was the star of the show.

I tried to be recognized,

Perhaps I even bragged,

But I only meant well,

I didn't mean anything bad.

But out of the many,

One didn't think so.

He didn't tie his shoes,

And he wore a polka dotted bow.

He could wiggle his nose,

And move without flow,

His name was Mikey,

And he paved a new road.

He didn't take my crap,

He thought I was too nice.

He gave me a bit of sass,

Like he could be my wife.

He challenged my vision,

Which was utterly rude,

But Mikey didn't care,

He liked being crude.

He was a bit different,

The peer on fire,

Opposed to me,

And I was inspired.

He wasn't new like Kaitlyn,

Or as dangerous as Isaac,

He was colorful indeed,

And dared to fight back.