Dime a Dozen: Original Poem by Warren

This original poem is entitled Dime a Dozen.

Poem Background

This ended up as part of my poem anthology project for my Creative Writing class and I have to admit I kind of like it. 😉

That doesn’t mean I think it’s any good, but I remember some of the relationship turmoil I was going through at the time and looking back at what I wrote brings a bit of a smile to my face.

Dime a Dozen

by Warren Wojnowski

Well, I don’t know the reason
I’ve lost track changing seasons,
I’ve been caught up by time.
While trying to find the right words
I’ve been steadily moving backwards,
I’ve been playing with fire.

And when playing with fire
sooner or later
you’re going to get burned.
Just when you’re hoping higher
it happens.
When will you learn?
When will I learn?

So I ask will you go
you shrug and say you don’t know,
sitting there like a little china doll.
And then I make my play
say that I won’t stay,
so you simply sit back and wait for my call.

Am I wasting my time
on you I’d spend my last dime,
you’re a dime dozen.
If I could convince myself
and throw you back on the shelf,
there would be no problem.

And when playing with fire
sooner or later
you’re going to be burned.
Just when you’re hoping higher
it happens.
When will you learn?
When will I learn?
I’ve learned.

They speak of joy and freedom
forever pleasing
the whimsically stubborn.
Convince me it’s true
you hate me I hate you
you’re a dime a dozen.
And there’s a problem
because I’m a dime a dozen too.

End