MachineA Poem by Riley Bray~~~Things these days are changing And I’m not keeping up I’m not holding down the fort, Not like I used to. In twenty days I’m the top dog I’m gonna be the one That’s trusted with the reins And I don’t know that I’m ready for em just yet. I’m happy where I am Not quite the top but still far from the bottom Because if I’m to move up That means the ruler now has got to move away. I aint ready for them to just yet. You see I love many of the gears That make up the ruler’s machine. There’s not a single cog That I haven’t become familiar with. The thing about machines these days Is that they’ve got many individual parts But every single one of them is needed To keep even but one mechanism running smoothly. The same is true of the class of 2016. I’m part of the class of 2017 And the machine that is my school Is in need of me. It sees the class of 2016 As an outdated item But I do not. Sometimes the old-fashioned way Is the best way. These seniors shouldn’t treat each other like interlopers Because they aren’t foreign bodies To this rusty old machine. It replaces the old with the new every year And every year that replacement damages me. I, as an individual gear, Cannot function as well as I could in the beginning Because I have grown incredibly attached And with each year the mass loss of fellow widgets, Those whose teeth I turned round and round with mine, Has worn on me. This machine aint well oiled one no more And I definitely aint helping it along no more neither. No, I dont want the prime seating in this old system That just means my last year here will loom over me And my closest friends will have scattered To fill other, older and more intricate machines. I won’t be seeing most of them no more. I won’t be hearing the whir of their friendly voices neither. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that. I’m gonna miss them greatly And there ain’t never going to be another time like this’n. I wont be seeing them in no class get-together twenty years from now I aint a cog in their section of the machine I aint never gonna be. I’m becoming rusted by my longing And I’ve grown slow because of my nostalgia I’ve lost plenty of those good old gears in past years And I just aint ready to lose no more just yet. Among the class of 2016 Are gears that I love. And one gear that I’m still in love with. Those cogs done gonna be leaving me here Amongst the class of 2017 Without a single one of their teeth to help move me forward.© 2016 Riley Bray |
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2 Reviews Added on April 18, 2016 Last Updated on April 18, 2016 AuthorRiley BrayAbout"There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside of you."---Maya Angelou "I'm not even going to get mad anymore...I'm just gonna start expecting the lowest from the people I thought h.. more..Writing
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