I still have no identity
Confused
Who I really want to be
If there were a place called
Lonliness arena
I would be playing there
Staying there
Perhaps in a pup tent
When I was eleven bravo
In the army infantry
Even a baker
A belly shaker
A candlestick maker
Not
Still uncertain of the future
If there is one
So you want to know
What I want to be
Even a poet
With no calamity
Confidence ios the panacea to a scenario such as you write about..and expressed quite well, indeed, M.C.....Smooth construction...Solid work.... F j R
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unknown is sometimes best... then we can hide better...lol Well thought and penned Matt