When it comes to writing poetry, I feel like I'm the master. Just recently we had to do to a autobiographical poem about some sort of aspect in our lives. It could be anything we wanted, but the trick was that we had to not come out and say it...
This was mine, and I don't think I did so hot like all the other times I have to write a poem in LA class. But I'm still proud of it and would like to share it with you guys.
Time is short,
And there are many.
They tell us help them all,
But our hands can only carry so many.
Next time we come,
Some are missing,
And new ones join.
I could still only carry so many.
Tears well up as some go,
But memory recall,
There’s more to come.
At night there are the names I rescued,
But deep in heart I know there could be more.
Next day images come through,
Of the ones I’ve saved.
But deep in heart,
Those images are all the ones I couldn’t.
The poem is about my fears of how I can't rescue all of the cats I find when I'm helping out with getting stray cats off the streets and into homes with a cat adpoting agency.