January 10, 1974
7:00 p.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
No Meter
The poems are rhyming now, but I'm not
It's like when you're suddenly cold, then you're hot.
You want to get lost in booze or high on pot
You forget the little you have is really a lot.
I don't know my purpose I don't know my name.
In two years I've changed & I'm not the same
I try to get mad, but who can I blame
Its like when you're well, and suddenly get lame.
Where is life going on Saturday night
It builds up inside me, but there's nothing to fight
Things just aren't going so right
My head feels wrong, and my mind gets tight.
I once read that people drank to forget
I thought that was crazy, but I don't now, I bet
I'm really in trouble if my life has been set
But I'm not ready to crack, at least not yet.
I cover my problems, I face each day
I don't want to leave, when I find I can stay
It all feels like I have a part in a play
Don't know about tomorrow, but I'll fight it today.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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