Not adequately dressed for recess.A Poem by Lee W. Deason
I missed the punchline again.
It hit me square in the face. Because of my social disgrace. And I pick it up and dust it off. And ask, "What's so funny?" Is there any wonder why, the herd moves on and others stay behind. Where they might be happy, or they might lay down to die. A question mark drawn on the mental image in my mind. Where the play ground slept. Many days expended on reflection. Under on and around the metal slide. And when the teacher called us in. I was there, remembering it again. How I don't fit in the common ground, with the children running around. Talking in giggles and spirited smiles, with no awareness of who they'll miss. I watched it grow up and out,and now the branches are bending, bending... To the ground. Again it seems I missed the social scene. Not adequately dressed for recess. Instead I'll sit watch the regress. Of who I will miss when my name is empty. Is there any wonder why, the herd moves on and others stay behind. Where they might be happy, or they might lay down to die. A question mark drawn on the mental image in my mind. Plan it out and then stand back and shout, cause you don't agree. It's okay with me. It's not my fault anyways. It's the way it goes. It's the way it flows. With no course swimming. In the night thinking. It's the way it flows. With no course, swimming in the night. Thinking about what it takes, to reach the sand. Then the posse will come to stand and frown. When it's me sitting on the ground looking up asking. "What's so funny?" © 2008 Lee W. DeasonAuthor's Note
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