Why are you there?
The waters of the muddy
DuPage is no place for a chair!
Looks like you need a buddy.
All alone, down and dirty.
Of white plastic you're made
In the creek, with the fish gettin' flirty.
Your history within, silently played.
I see you when I drive
From your neighbor, the bridge,
Perhaps I'll get to see you...
Get closer...just a smidge...
But for now I see and wonder,
While our paths divide asunder.
YOU ARE READING
Higher Education
PoetryThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
