#WritcoPoemPrompt16
The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile,every tear,every look,
Every person who came my way...
I realised there aren't so many
Because I came across only a few
Rest are in it somewhere askew
There's no real relationship and goals
There's no feel friendship and set roles
I hardly know where it starts and ends
And who all fill up those seams and binds
Nobody knows what to say to me now
Time got lost where and how,somehow
All I want to do is start afresh anew
All I want is to start a creche and renew
Now is the time to rejoice and enjoy and forget to study
Because if not now when else will you do it buddy
Can we cut to the point
Life's all about smoking a joint
When you come to it you'll know
How to make a boat and row in snow
When you end it you'll know
How to cake a toast and bow in a minnow
I like to stick photos in my scrapbook
But who is going to make it good look
There should be one or two pictures
So you don't get lost in dictures
No idea what I'm writing
I'm doing a lot of brighting
Life's not always joyous
Sometimes it gets sad
Life's not always porous
Sometimes it gets hard
We need a system here
We can't breed a twistem here
Enough of trying to fill this poem with rhyme
I think I have used up my given time
ok bye
say my my
© Apoorva