---I wrote this after being inspired by all my classmates and their comments they make toward college, classes, and assignments---
Potentially Potential Wasted Years
There’s
something about college
That saddens my
heart…
Pondering all
the ways young people have so much potential
Yet, it all goes
to waste as they sit in a single poorly backed chair
With their Hands
sitting idle on a wooded desk.
I wonder.. what
could you be?
If you weren’t
sitting here next to me..
Listening to
hours of theory
Stressing about
the next paper
For now, I have
a unique view
With only one
college class
And the rest
professional..
I realize the
dread of it all…
As thousands of “kids”
Pour out their
money
In ode to
boredom, to stress, to nothing-
And I wonder is
this education?
Saddened by this
memoir
I attempt to
think beyond
But honestly----
Able-bodied individuals
Becoming disabled
and mentally strained adults
As they try to
drain out the stress of unnecessary projects and reports
And fill the gap
with drugs, alcohol and sex
Forgive me if I’m
over-emphasizing
The life that
really exists in college
90% of college
is wasted waste
While 10% can be
valued if one chooses to be determined
I wait for the
day
When young
adults will work
Not in desks and
chairs, falling asleep
But working
together to help humanity
Working together
to change our streets, our economy
Focusing their
thought and energy on skills and trade
And not in
boring repetition
Over and over
Again.
