They Never Call Me Future

They call me jet-set;

they call me a mess.

They call me loose-leaf;

they call me a cheat.

They call me far out;

they call me spaced out.

They call me behind;

they call me a find,

but they never call me future,

yet they never call me past.

They never call me reject,

yet they never call me cast.

They call me superb;

they call me a jerk.

They call me night-owl;

they call me a fowl.

They call me martyr;

they call me chartered.

They call me remix;

they call me phoenix,

but they never call me hopeless,

yet they never call me full.

They never call me hottest,

yet they never call me cold.

They never call me future,

yet they never call me past.

They never call me perfect,

yet they never call me last.

Reviews

[Angie Diane♥&hea..]

This is a good poem. I like the flow of the poem. They should call him/her whatever they want to be called...instead of names that they one. Well that's all there opinions. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. I like the pace of the poem. We become wise when we don't care what they call us. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Awdures]

It seems no one has ever called you brilliant, because that's what you are. This has the feel of song lyric to me, put a repeating chorus in there and you could set a guitar riff to the rhythm without a problem. As always excellent and touching work.