Cycle of Life
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2006

I sit at night,
And write and write,
And then I look up,
And it's broad daylight,

I trudge to school,
Like an insolent fool,
And fall asleep,
In a puddle of drool,

I dream about,
Fields in gray,
A big machine gun,
It's MayDay,

I wake up with class,
In the middle of class,
With a triumphant scream,
That could break tables in half,

All eyes on me,
Me is all they see,
A significant defeat,
To my self esteem,

Then I go home,
And write about my day,
And morning arrives,
To my dismay . . .