by Tim Chiu
A poem about a gap in responsibility - a sports poem.
|When I was a youth, my hope never dragged
But disappointment aplenty, I stung and I sagged
Used to my crying, my peers yelled I choked
My rage made me realize I should have been poked!
Twenty years later, I still felt the strain
So primed for contentment, inviting the pain.
I suffered the roughest stretch of my life -
Destiny’s closure was filled with much strife.
Truth became horrors, those lies seldom told
I banked on forgiveness, so hungry and bold
My search was quite proper, I looked and they asked
But many a time, I felt tainted, quite tasked.
Profoundly still tested and streaking, I aimed
To offer some mischief so skillfully framed.
My journeys concluded with new spins implied
A series to enter - get to the inside!
That need for a paycheck provides such requests
A decline so improper, devoid of more tests
Shaken, but hardened, I found a new way
To look ever skyward, suggest a good stay.