Life is a pop-quiz
A blank sheet of paper
And an open bookWe’re given no warning
Though we can handle the taskWe’re given no rules
Though we make our ownWe’re given no grading system
Though we’re compelled to excelWe’re given no questions
Though we form our ownWe’re given no answers
Though we find our ownWe’re given no instruction
No do’s and don’t’s
No time limitNo restrictions
On available information
Or available sourcesLife…
An impromptu, open-book quiz
With no predefined limits whatsoeverThe only limitations we have
Are of our own deviceThe rules created
Are purely self-imposedWe can do as we like
Until we lay our writing utensil to rest
Hand in our brilliantly unique work
And sashay away
With a smirk of sophic satisfactionRemembering why we came
Categories: Poetry
