Two Thousand and Three
My years grow larger, faster
after the
age of twenty one, insurance
dropped
lower
quicker, even after my
fender
bender.
On that twenty first day
Twenty
two
two thousand and two, a year
unsuccessful
unambitious,
Mostly that is.
By the end
I gathered my priorities,
Became an independent king.
Met a girl
Elizabeth
Spanish
Latin queen.
Still to this day
she haunts my dreams.
Before me, she was
with a she
together, a pair of queens
I, her first guy.
cohabitation, compromise.
After dissolution,
our rugged eighteen months,
she left me
for her queen
this heartless sex fiend
Faithful to me till the end of
Two thousand
Three...
Jared Pickett.......04'
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
