Milk + Midnight + Creativity = Doing It Over Tomorrow

It's full on poetry week in Writing class. Luckily, I like poetry, and have been known to write a spell or two.

My latest assignment is to Paraphrase a poem called Pushing the Clouds Away, by Rod McKuen. I was in my bed, nearly asleep, when I felt that spark I get that tells me to write. I got up, had a glass of milk, and started writing.

Now, I think what I write has trailed off topic slightly, but I happen to like it. So I figured I'd post what I wrote tonight and go to bed, then go at it again tomorrow while fresh. It's nothing fancy (nor complete, really), just something I'd rather not delete. So here you go.

Occasional Fool

There is a weight on my shoulders,
it strains my legs, and brings me down, yet makes me feel alive.
although I'd love to rid myself of this burden,
I know it's none but my own.
It is my lesson, reminding me that I am but a man,
forever in his search for happiness and endless in his mistakes.

This bundle of lessons learned and unlearned, mercilessly crushing down,
they remind me of the little things gone unnoticed,
the big things unappreciated.
Only a fool would let these go, slipping through fingers grasping.
Yet a fool we all are, from time to time, when we forget.

A fool, I am.