Poetry

Being Sixteen

The lonely peanut butter sandwich,
Forgotten on a plate

A teenager,
Still in his pajamas
Even as lunchtime arrives

It’s Saturday
And it feels deserved
A long week of school
Rewarded with leisure

So neglecting all
Responsibility
Feels justified

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