FIRST FOR 10

Wrote this poem after finishing the final draft of a short story.

I can’t say I’m perfect,
All I can say is I try,
You are so beautiful world,
And I’ve let so much wasted time pass me by,

I’m a gentle mess,
Sweet dropping off my dreams,
Too tired to die,
I walk down the street to find a place to cry,
I roll up my sleeves to beat down the lie,
But the demons just will not go away,

Please try to hold out your hand,
They are trying to be all they can be,
Fighting the fight to have enough to eat,
Is that really so wrong to seek,
To bear all the pain that we all have to bare,
Hope and pray you never have to sit in that seat,

I’m a gentle mess,
Sweet dropping off my dreams,
Too tired to die,
I walk down the street to find a place to cry,
I roll up my sleeves to beat down the lie,
But the demons just will not go away,

Hello Canada,
Do you remember that dream I had?
My sisters and my brothers have all passed me by,

I’m a gentle mess,
Sweet dropping off my dreams,
Too tired to die,
I walk down the street to find a place to cry,
I roll up my sleeves to beat down the lie,
But the demons just will not go away,

In the pitch of night I shake and scratch sometimes at my skin,
The places I have seen and been,
You would think I’d have the education to come up with a win,
To be the man I’ve always wanted to be,
Instead of weak and on my knees,

I’m a gentle mess,
Sweet dropping off my dreams,
Too tired to die on my knees,

FIRST FOR 10