a moment's meditation

the glow of afternoon is more than light
a pile of papers slowly becomes small
some have learned something but not all
by any means for some get nothing right
they miss the things that are in plainest sight
but each of them wants to avoid the fall
they hope to see their little words stand tall
the reader (me) is left with the normal plight
at any time i might want to go outside
and scream frustration at the quiet trees
never thinking that someone else might hear
still i'm caught i've got to end this ride
my anger will not be shouted to the breeze
i'll try my best to finish this long year