The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 10

Shiffman's shifts are unpredictable and too extreme for me
With my mentor deserting me I feel trapped and vulnerable
Four bare walls imprison my impressionable mind
Creativity dying as censorship arrives
Principal stifling my anti-censorship writing
Tasting victory with each battle in the war
Inspired and motivated I fight to the end
Glorious conquest resulting in triumphant win
Earning me such great respect from peers and teachers

Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...