Bad Poets (a poem)


Those who recount to us their life stories
and speak of their journey into adulthood,
at the beginning of which,
they had a burning passion for poetry,
but upon deeming themselves to be bad poets,
put down the pen and took up careers
in brain surgery, I.T., academia, and so forth,
are the very type which, on days such as these,
when my head hurts, and I look out
at the teeming rain with this empty feeling
of having wasted the whole afternoon,
I can’t help but envy.





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