A poem from the novel
"The Essence of Poetry II:Gerald's Sophomore Yet Grown Poetrybook"
Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham
From my parent's house to my own home,
From local clothes to attire from Rome.
From my Buick to being in a Rose Royce,
From no dependents to buying teething toys.
My future remains unfulfilled...
From inhabiting Miami to relocate out west,
From just getting by to finally giving my best.
From crying asleep to napping so sound,
From solitude to actually getting all around.
My future has more still...
From dreaming to having my own fan base,
From being alone to keeping hope in place.
From college and work to my own business,
From no staying girlfriend to having a missus.
I can go on about my future for days,
And that can complete me in so many ways,
But when all is eventually and truly due,
My future is nothing, if I cannot share it with you.
No, It's our future.
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