The Wannabe Blues
Richard
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Wannabe a writer, with words that take you far,
A coulda-shoulda-wouldabin story.
Flipped through magazines, a million faces stared,
I'm just a wannabe, that's all I'll ever be,
But the fear of failure held me down, whispered silent shrouds.
If the wannabe can become who they're really meant to be.
Of chasing dreams in fragments, a life forever lost.
Dreams as big as the sky, ambitions piled up high,
Procrastination let it all pass, comfort food became my only win.
I'm a wannabe, a coulda-shoulda-wouldabin,
A symphony of choices, a melody of dread.
One dream, one focus, a chance to finally see,
The "what ifs" and "should haves" echo in my head,
Chasing shadows, grasping air, a jack of all trades, master of nowhere.
Shouldabin a scholar, top of the class,
Maybe it's not too late, to pick a single flame,
Couldabin a doctor, studied all those nights,
The years keep rolling by, the mirror shows the cost,
Wouldabin an athlete, fast as the wind,
Doctors, lawyers, astronauts, dreams I couldn't bear.
Wannabe a rockstar, singing to the crowd,
Fan the embers gently, whisper a new name.
But I'm a wannabe of everything, ending up with nothing but a scar.
Trying to be everything, ending up with nothing.
To pick just one, felt like a cage, a life half-lived, you see.
So many paths, so many doors, now I'm lost on empty shores.
Wannabe a painter, splash my colours loud.
So I chased them all, a butterfly with wings of maybe.