Reflections of Life Poem

There never was much to my name

Neither fortune nor such fame

Like a picture with no frame

I take what I can get

Money doesn’t grip me much.

I’d rather feel someone’s touch

To let me know I matter, but

This hasn’t happened yet

Don’t get me wrong, I’m rich at heart

Where my treasures will never part

My head is still getting smart

At life’s many ways

I don’t really consider my luck

But focus on when I’m stuck

This leaves me like a truck

Sidelined in a craze

To sum it up, I’m competent

A conscious of good intent

But underneath it is a dent

That never disappears

The school of life will never close

Despite all the students that doze

All the maybes, yes’s and no’s

Are there when the smoke clears.