Not from this decade
Always feeling vaguely
Out of place
I look back
Not too far behind me
Then I see
Where I am truly
Meant to be
But it is somewhere
No one can go
It only exists
Within the memories
Of those old enough to know
Though I long
To live in my true time
I ought to be
Grateful for what
I've been given:
All that is now
Is mine
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoetryA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
