We're fast food zombies trying to survive
Forty greasy hours for minimum wage
I'm flippin burgers; she's sweeping up crumbs
Each day our routine is from nine to five
We don't have time to socially engage
We're both exhausted when the day is done
All we have in common are bad tattoos
Tomorrow's her birthday, she'll be sixteen
Most everything we own we bought reused
She's six months pregnant, just showing the signs
All I can give her is this cheap ring
Her Mama doesn't know the baby's mine
Her deep sadness seems strangely beautiful
We're both trying hard now to fall in love.
Epilogue
This poem is both sad and bittersweet.Unfortunately so many
of our teenagers today succumb to the passion of their hormones
and endup struggling in life.They are not not ready for marriage
and children. The poem is meant to offer a ray of hope.The young man
may not want to get married but he's trying to do the right thing.
They had their time of lust and now are trying to fall in love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem