Stanley Cooper Poems

It should come as no big suprise
That Algebra, with all its Xs and Ys
Along with its tasteless inedible PIs
Is the cause of many students demise
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Baseball ain’t just a game
Ask any fan, it’s a way of life
Life and Baseball, so much the same
Similarly filled with fun and strife
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In the very very topsy-turvy world
Straight lines are elliptically curled
Way above is found below
Jungles covered up with snow
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I wonder whatever became of such and such
It’s too many years since we’ve all been in touch
In our youthful naivety we were innocently un-clever
Assuming our ‘then’ would be our ‘now’ and ‘then’ forever
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Though very much surprised
It really doesn’t irk me
That my outlook’s been apprised
As being one that’s quirky
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Orphaned children
Hungry
Scavenging
Lost
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I wish I could dream up a meta-phor or five
To keep my poems more poetically alive
I will always be known as the poet who's hacking
If I continue to write poems metaphorically lacking
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When I was a very very young pup
They’d ask, “What do you want to be when you grow up? ”
My answers were happy and fanciful, as I was disposed
To believe I could be anything my mind could suppose
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My upcoming birthday has me thinkin’
Of ways to slow my agin’ and my wrinklin’
This thinkin’s got me queasy
Since I know it won’t be easy
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For just that one Moment
I was what I used to be
Playfully perched on my father's knee
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