Poem...We Pretend
We pretend to know
What's in this show
But down deep
We're just like sheep
We buy their cars
And feel like stars
Highways to nowhere
And we don't care
The privileged know all
And make us feel tall
As we pretend on our way
Approaching that fateful day
Rabid Poet
Poem
The Candle
My candle dims
The light gets low
Not much farther
Do I go
When first lit
It burned so bright
My energy flowed
Well into the night
My path was lit
Anything I could achieve
Not a thought occured
About when I would leave
The light now glows
Over memories past
And I cling to ones I love
Candle burning to it's last
Rabid Poet
