Free to Roam

I drink, I drone,

My future unknown.

Coffee helps with the moan,

And early morning foam.

To college I’ve shown,

Myself a new home,

Though to graduate alone,

Brings itself a sad tone.

Daily screens of woe,

Computers with strong undertows,

Money to keep the groan,

Of my hunger checked and toned.

Very little joy escapes this sad stone,

So I try and laugh to make my own,

Till the day I too can be well known,

And am finally finally free to roam.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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