Victoria Anderson-Throop Poet Rhyme Royal

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

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Jon A Cavanaugh November 20, 2012 at 11:55 AM Lovely poem Victoria, You are so prolific. How do you do it. i'm very impressed.

Kash Poet November 20, 2012 at 10:25 AM Feeling the emotion behind this poem Victoria.Great poem by you.

Yanny Widjanarko November 20, 2012 at 8:13 AM Great poem Victoria, sometimes i felt that way too :), Hug, Yanny

Jancarl Campi November 20, 2012 at 2:35 AM Sometime even I feel that I was born in some wrong time zone or earthly time. There are many minds that do not soar and crave. As a retired Professor many days I felt that I was giving a lecture to a brick wall.