My Class Of 78' Poem by Matt Mondschein

My Class Of 78'



One day at a time
all I wanted to live
knowledge in school, none to offer
none to give
cared less if I passed or not
pitchin' nickles through the wings
that was the ticket, the hot spot
a jock of all sports
that was my life
thirty five years later
four kids and a wife
at times, I wish
I could turn back, the clock
maybe take a book home
nah, perhaps not
skip another day
head to the river
blunt
beer
fishing pole
relax
screw society
the laws of politicians unearth me
keeping the cockiness
till' this day
I was another, that did it
My way

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Stephen Stirk 05 November 2009

Sounds good to me. We only get one one trip around the block. We either make a huge success or steady failure. I seem to fall into the latter category. Ha Ha. I like the honesty and reflectiveness in here. As Sinatra sang 'Regrets, I've had a few'. Much enjoyed Best Regards Steve

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