School of Hard Knocks

This is an old poem after a breakup. At the time i was angry, frustrated, bitter, hurt...etc

There’s a reason I never talked about the future

 

Because you could never get the past

 

Added every meaningful thing up for you

 

And you still couldn’t do the math.

 

 

Thought if I would carry over my good and my bad

 

Then you would be able to divide that in half

 

And come out with the sum of all my fears

 

But all that it did was leave me with a remainder of tears.

 

 

I poured out my heart in portions

 

So that you could get a taste of what my life was like

 

But all I got was food for thought thrown back in my face

 

Which caused another food fight.

 

 

And now I’m being expelled for defending myself and

 

All I wanted was to be accepted and loved for being different.

 

At times I felt cursed for the life I live

 

But as I read between the lines,

 

The pages of my book will always be a gift to my child.

 

Reviews

[Poetic82]

Yes it will be a gift. The gift of life experience is better than anything we could buy in a store. They say when a child leaves the home of a man, he should know everything you ever learned and then some. So if you could give him anything give him the knowlege of love, life and leneage. Then he will know himself better than you could have ever known you. Great write, Great read, Great job.

[Rambling Prose]

An emotional write and one well expressed. I love your math analogy, it's brilliant.

Nicely penned...