Last Choice

Vintage Words


When they chose baseball teams

they chose me last. When the teacher

asked those knowable questions,

I was chosen last.


Then, I wanted to touch the sky in your soul

and be one with all that you are or

ever will become, I had to stand in line.

Hey. Over here, you. I am not supposed

to be the one you choose last.


So now, here you come thumbing your nose

and choosing everyone else before me.

I am the one you will miss one day. The one

you will need and not be able to select.

Then, I shall not chose you because it

will be your turn to be forgotten and ignored

and chosen last.







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SSmoothie's picture

Fucking Aye! Sing it sissta!

Fucking Aye! Sing it sissta! ;D great write! Hugss 

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

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allets's picture

the Spring vent m'thinks

That's the anger talkin', I was really skinny as a kid and they picked me last a lot. Reflecting on that (and how far I've come with my and somebody else's share of firsts) I threw a few words at a past that helped to shape me. Glad you liked it.

Lady A


Morningglory's picture

No doubt :/

No doubt :/

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allets's picture

HW, SSmoothness, and A Tides

all of you are responsible for this poem, been reading you a lot lately - ya got me ta thinkin' - about myself a long time ago. Thanks for the memories with a smile ~~A~~

Lady A