My Want Nots Poem by michael Smajda

My Want Nots



I don't want to be humble.
I don't want to be proud.
I don't want to be alone,
Stuck in the middle of a crowd.
If I knew what I wanted,
I'd still be miserable, true.
Even if I made myself happy,
In the end, what good would it do?

Tuesday, May 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous
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