I Haven’t the Time
by SerenaLantha
1st place Why I Can’t Write a Poem Contest
My mind is filled with many things,
Things of peace and beauty too;
Yet with a busy day ahead of me,
There is nothing I can do
But scribble down a word or three
Describing nature’s infinity
In the margins of a page
Featuring the factoring tree.
Having to hurry to a class
I enjoy after my share of dread
Leaves me with little time
To relieve my weary head
Of words meant for and best spent
On a poem to write and post;
No, I’m too busy, unfortunately,
Learning about ships
On some foreign coast.
My mind becomes heavy
With definitions and facts
Like what makes a simile
And how laws become acts;
This knowledge stems
From used textbooks
And pictureless pages
At which I am forced to look.
Oh, how I curse them
Silently! Oh, how I despise
The strain they cause
To my squinting eyes.
These books, books, books!
They hurt my head,
My neck, back, and more-
This learning business
Has become a real chore.
I say all this with a rising guilt,
For I have not the time
To compose a verse
Or even jot down a rhyme.
I miss my metaphors
And alliterations, of course;
Listing my reasons
Makes this seem even worse.
I know learning has purpose
And is not just a pain;
But I’d rather be writing
If it’s all just the same.
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