Charged Momentum
I drive behind the bus
There they sit
Shoulder to shoulder, on their way
I watch enthralled
Pondering the pain and glory arising in the teenage soul
So much potential, emotions, anticipations, aspirations
Responsibilities become real, now
A course is set or unset
As feet pound turf
Wonders of so much more
Yet, uncertainty thriving
As anchors are tossed into fray
In hopes of securing a state
That makes sense, makes money, sees a forward to reach
All wrapped up under weighted gear
And the grunts of charged momentum
Thrusting out the door
As my car passes
And their Game begins.
Paula Antonello Moore, Copyright: Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Image: Football by Geoff Scott from Unsplash.
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Great poem! You captured that teenage spirit well.
Ha thanks. Just recalling that spirit of the old days.