Justin Reamer

Freshman - 967 Points (2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)

Coach - Poem by Justin Reamer

The giant vehicle,
Spinning its wheels
Round and round,
Gradually goes forward,
And then comes to a stop,
Gradually speeds up,
And then gradually slows down,
And then goes to its top speed,
Which can be a bit sluggish still.

The driver stares ahead,
Looking as if he had no sleep,
And had not rested a day
In his life,
Staring ahead like a zombie,
Sipping from his coffee
Cup every now and then,
Being the caffeine junkie
That he is,
And trying to stay on task,
For he knows he could
Very well lose his job.
He continues down his weary way,
And continues to stare ahead.

The passengers are all doing
There very own things,
And they each have their own
Activities that they do,
While trying to pass the time.

A pair of lovebirds
Sit next to each other,
Flirting and chatting,
Smiling every time they talk,
And holding hands
While they talk about the
Many aspects of life.
There is so much to see
And so much to do,
And so much to live for,
That they cannot stand
To be apart,
And that they must
Do it together,
For their company
Is the greatest gift
They have at this point in
Life.

A mother and her child
Are sitting together,
For the mother is holding
Her baby,
And trying to quiet it,
And the baby shrieks,
And it cries,
And begs for food,
Or whatever it wants,
And annoys the man
In front of her,
Who is trying to do his work.

Another mother is sitting
With her little boy,
And the boy asks her questions,
And the mother lovingly responds
To the boy's questions,
Answering them in the
Best way she possibly can.

A teenage boy is on his
Nintendo 3DS,
Playing some video game
Of some sort,
In which he has to complete
A mission,
In order to go on
To the next level,
For this is how he
Passes his time.

An elderly man sits somewhere
Else on the bus,
And he is reading a very
Thick book,
For he has his nose into it,
That he cannot even
Think about taking
It out,
For he cannot put down
That incredibly good read.

Two teenage girls
Are sitting together,
But they are not conversing,
For they are on their cell phones,
And texting people who are not there,
And each other,
Even though they are sitting
Right next to each other,
And even though
They are best friends.
They are thumbing
Their keypads,
And putting their
Phones to use,
With the ever incessant
Clicking of the keys
On that tiny keypad
On a cell phone.

Two businessman
Sit together
And discuss their
Business issues,
And they are on their
Cell phones,
Keeping everything
On task,
And making sure everything
Is efficient.

A college student is
On his laptop,
Trying to do his homework,
And he is deeply
Involved with what he is
Doing,
And cannot be distracted.

And the coach continues to go on,
Until it reaches its destination,
But that never comes,
Until what seems like a lifetime,
And people still do things,
Just to pass the time.


Comments about Coach by Justin Reamer

  • (8/14/2012 10:24:00 AM)


    Well observed write, full of good observation (Report) Reply

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