The Bearer Of Your Rejection - Poem by Elena Plotkin
Like a pauper begging for bread,
only too happy to lick the crumbs instead.
I await your answer to see if I will do,
and may finally exit my forced solitude.
I look upon your face for signs of acceptance,
hoping it would lead to my own transcendence.
But there's nothing to see there,
just an empty, cold, dark stare.
So I dance and prance to the songs you sing,
hoping to impress you with the skills I bring.
But sadly you are not impressed,
If anything you are even more distressed.
So I tell you jokes to improve your mood,
liven things up, and stop your brood.
But you are not the least bit amused,
and ever so nicely ask to be excused.
I have failed to win your respect and affection,
and so I must now be the bearer of your rejection.
I have failed to prove to you my worth,
and so I have lost my place on earth.
From now on you can see me only in the stars,
away from your planet and closer to Mars.
(c) 2015 Copyright Elena Plotkin
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