Jimmie Arrington

Freshman - 692 Points (October 03,1984 / Phoenix, Arizona)

#418 Vicariously - Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Some days I don't like myself,
Most days I'm drifting on a dream.
A jilted book on a shelf
Never shares its ambitious theme.

It's a constant yellow light,
Do I hit the gas or the brake?
A sunny morn kills the night
And smiles wryly at the wake.

There's a man somewhere out there
Whose dreams are a reality.
He's completely unaware
I'm living vicariously.

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams


Comments about #418 Vicariously by Jimmie Arrington

  • Jazib Kamalvi (11/16/2017 11:58:00 PM)

    A refined poetic imagination, Jimmie A. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 1, 2016



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