Alec MacLellan


Field - Poem by Alec MacLellan

As I sit here in this field,
Only trying to figure out where I stand,
After drinking only five beer,
Trying to figure out only what I can,
I guess it doesnt matter in the end,
It's a lot like a game that way,
Where everyone's goal is all the same,
And this crackle of the fire,
Reminds me of the quick and few moments of laughter,
The fire that I sit by,
Reminds me of life,
Because it wants to stay alive,
But in it's struggle to survive,
It kills itself unknowingly,
life is pretty much the same,
We only live from day to day,
Killing ourselves with work and greed,
But we never seem to have enough,
I may be lost in life,
But at least I can accept that...

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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 12, 2011


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