There’s Only one thing about me thats
interesting. I’m normal in everyway
No talent, no money, no job
However, i have a very odd subnote to
myself. When i was 7 years old, a little
blonde girl gave me a present.
And i have never opened it.
I’m going to open it when i turn 77.
Until then i’ll wonder.
People disagree sure, They say things like
“what if you die before then?”
I tell them “That will be the poetry
of my life”
But sometimes i think i’ll never
know whats in it.
Michael Pinero, USA
The Social Poet 