The minute after the minute,
The wishes of the former lay
Within the moment entombed
In the newest part of midday,
And oh what I could have wished
I'm the time of primes when digits
align in uniform! For love! For money!
For whatever within my heart fits.
And yet the clock strikes 11:12.
One minute too late, too late to wish,
Watching the sickly second hand
Draw ever nearer to the dozen.
Oh...I wish...
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Higher Education
PoesiaThere 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...
