I Move A Lot
Every year it’s the same
Pack the boxes, write your name
A different story, but the same game
I move a lot
In a new house but not my home
Unpack the hairbrush and the combo
Realize you broke the garden gnome
I move a lot
It seems any time I settle
Any time I make a friend
The world comes crashing down on me
And it does end
It seems any time I feel happy
Any time I am content
You’d think making me unhappy
Is their evil intent
Every year it is the same
Pack the boxes, sign my name
A different town, but the same game
I move a lot
This poem is about:
Me