Carl's Poetry
"The story I am writing exists, written in absolutely perfect fashion, some place, in the air. All I must do is find it, and copy it."
–Jules Renard
- As The World Lay Fast Asleep
- Bad Advice
- The Beatitudes
- Belief - A Journey in Faith
- The Birthday Poem
- A Bitter Pill
- The Dawn
- Give That Fan a Contract - Ode to Rex Barney
- Heartbreak Run
- Hon. Judge John Hathorne
- Immigrant - A Cold War Tale
- Impression
- Leaky Roof
- Let The Games Begin
- Love
- A Masterpiece of Love
- Peaceful Elements
- Perspective
- Powerless
- Psalm to the Sea
- The Rain Band
- Reality
- Reflections Upon Watching a Burning Candle
- Sea
- Sea Song
- St. Michaels, Maryland
- The Storm Chaser - An Ode to My Dad
- Strength in Numbers
- 'Til Death Do We Part
- To Be Spoken at My Funeral
- To Hannah - A Father's Lament
- To Marie
- Voleur
Perspective
College life is hard, believe you me.
Just last night, I had to stay up until 4:00 a.m., just to finish a paper.
The night before, I had to stay up late to study for a test.
And tonight -- Friday night, mind you -- I have to stay in
because I don't have any money to go out.
Of course, even if I did have money, I don't have a date.
What a bummer!
College life is hard.My life is pretty decent. I can't really complain.
I hate my job, but at least I can afford food for the kids, and an apartment.
I used to work nights for extra money to pay the bills, but last week I got a raise.
I'm now making enough to afford daycare for the kids,
without having to hold down a night job, too.
It's nice not having to worry about where the next meal will come from.
Things have been tougher since Joe left,
but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel now.
Maybe next year, we can afford a nicer apartment, in a decent neighborhood,
so I don't have to worry so much about the kids.
