Things Change

Brandon Elliott
Yesterday,
I had my head in a suitcase.
Just a robot with a dream.
The expectations for me were never met..
They never will be.
Things never change.

Today,
My head is in a sling
Like a shirt with a coffee stain.
Life just isn't the same.
It never will be.
Things never change.

Tomorrow,
My head will be in the clouds.
Like a bird with no limits.
My best isn't good enough.
It never will be.
But things change.

Published by Brandon Elliott

17 Years Young // Writer // Intelligent // Knowledge-Seeking // Poetic Because I Can Be // twitter.com/brandonrofl // brandoniswrite.com //  View profile

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  • R. Elizabeth C. Kitchen (Rose)2/9/2009

    Nicely written :)

  • Cheryl Bowman2/6/2009

    Nice poem.

  • Bandit2/6/2009

    Great work :)

  • Jennifer Wagner2/5/2009

    Wonderful job. I've been wondering where you've been! Glad to see you back.

  • Tracy DeLuca2/4/2009

    Very nice. I like the way it flows from one to the next.

  • Nikki2/4/2009

    great work!

  • CJ Mathis2/4/2009

    I agree that this shows hope, failure and acceptance

  • nutuba2/4/2009

    Nicely done! It portrays a beautiful blend of acceptance and hope. I like it.

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