...Gone and past,
I knew it should never last.
whats gone you ask?
Another job,
It felt like I had to face the mob.
I work as a museum archives clerk,
my boss was nice, no not a jerk.
Long days behind a computer desk,
I always felt like I had no rest.
But sweet ice cream they sold next door,
I always went back to get some more.
And the beach was across the street
where I and my friends would often meet,
to sit there and eat some sweets,
and speak of our weekly feats.

But Sundays and mondays I would have free,
to do what I wanted and be all I could be.
I spent my time well with friends or in town,
Gas prices went up and then they went down
I travel to cities near and far,
always in my cute red car.
I reunited with an old flame,
but our failure together... I was to blame.

I cleaned my room, took long enough,
you wouldn't believe all the stuff,
I threw away or donated,
But it left me content and well sated.
I read a lot, 3 books some weeks,
I wrote a few of my own critiques.
I shopped alot at out local mall,
new jeans and dresses, I'm my own doll.
A new store I found, "Bluenotes" I think,
so many nice things, I couldn't blink.
And after a while I started feeling broke,
I almost drove me to buy a smoke.

Speaking of smoke, my car needs new seals,
the mirror is broken and the steering wheel squeals.
the seat belt is loose and my tint is scratched,
and my exhaused pipe is no longer attached.
My tire with a bulge I did finally fix,
by my mechanics were total dicks.
No I'm kidding they were pretty nice,
but now my car sounds like it runs on rice.

But enough of my car, and more if me,
school starts in two weeks just short of three.
Six classes I have per semester,
I feel like a wound about to fester.
Sick, and scared and nervous am I,
With all these classes you think I'll die?
I did meet a professor the other day,
I was kind and more than okay,
he assured me that every thing was fine,
and that soon the future was more than mine.
I just have to be prepared, and keep an open mind,
I just hope i can, my classes find.
My back to school supplies will consist of:
A laptop, and a whole lot of openminded love.
I hope to major in english and history,
my future so far is a mystery.


But so long and farewell, I'll speak to you soon,
And yes I'll stop rhyming, I sound a bafoon.
I hope this holds you over until next the time,
and hopefully then I won't want to ryhme.
Cheers and so long, drive safe, stay healthy,
love and be loved, and try to get wealthy.