Germaine Thompson Poet Acrostic

Undecided

Guessing has become the norm.
I was never certain of anything.
I just guess my way through the storm.


Can't blame anyone for losing faith.
It's all about survival, and no one likes to wait.
So, I guess I will be a Poet seeking fame.
But at the end of these words will you remember my name?


Maybe I will never make it,
Or maybe I will.
I guess Iam just guessing against my will.

Why can't I make a decision?
I guess, I guess, I have no opinion.
So, I guess I will be an artist, whatever that is.
Or maybe I will settle down with a wife and some kids.
Maybe I will be rich or some what poor.
But this I do know, I wont be guessing anymore.

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Faraz Ajmal June 25, 2019 at 4:59 PM Ahh I absolutely love reading this wonderful poem of yours, in such a few words you have expressed alot(and in a beautiful manner) your poem focuses on the uncertainty of life and one's journey while crossing it, this is going straight into my faves, you see the only reason we are lost is becoming we want to make a name, a fame, we don't care what we are, we only care to be what the world want from us, only when you will become yourself is when you will find peace, good luck