Wrong Time Born

WRONG TIME BORN Why can’t a long dead poet be my friend Why does time cause a life of joy to end Why can’t we spend three hours over tea Critiquing books and Greek philosophy Why am I living in this time Where doing well is thought a social crime Where words are numbers posing with a face I am so lonely ---always out of place Why can’t I touch minds --- soar and crave-- Who’ll Teach my wayward crazy thinking to behave Why can’t I live a simple life without a phone Why do I always feel so sad and all alone There must be someone else who stalks at night Raging against a fate that kills delight Meanwhile I search with dynamite to find Some soul compelled be a friend of mine