The Poet At 19 And 9 Days Poem by Charlie F. Kane

The poet at 19 and 9 days
Has not entirely changed.
Still I fall into my old ways
Even though I should have aged.

Still I bear that sad look on my face
Still I brood over another girl,
I cannot seem to find my place
Where I shall find a treasured pearl.

I have not written a masterpiece,
And I carry more ideas around than cards
I search to find a niche
But I’m just another of the angst filled bards.

So goes the life of the poet at 19 and 9 days,
Still looking for a job that pays.

©Charlie F. Kane

23/1/08