Pensive Poem
I hesitate to see myself
In the world that appears before me
Where lunch breaks rule the social life
And suits are bought to adorn me
This is what I think I must do,
As I rewrite a resume—is it true?
Will my closet become a palette of grey?
Will 5 o’clock be the end of my day?
Would I be one to giggle and pose
For a man to come along and propose?
I think not, at first, for if it were so—
I would blindly let these questions go.
But “knowing thyself” is bullshit advice,
Change is change and it comes at a price.
Who knows what values stand up today,
If it were tomorrow, would I say
The same thing once again, for sure?
Who knows what histories could occur?
Have they who live in suburbs wished
A quiet life like that they own,
Where should and shant’s are clearly drawn,
Like the fences that separate green lawns,
Where busywork tends to the green green grass,
And spontaneity withers into the past?
Where responsibility and should’s trump their dreams,
Where weariness over petty things has dulled life’s gleam?
Will I be obsessed with money, come and go?
And values of stocks going to and fro?
Numbers on a screen, a wealth machine?
Is that what my life will come to mean?
And with those in thought, I dot my I’s
Adjust the margins, hold in my sighs,
Submit the few words that attempt to be who I am,
And secretly wish I don’t give a damn.
Graceee
