“You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here?”
The question surrounded him in whispers and hushed tones.
An unspoken judgment, with no room left for approval.
A heavy doubt lingers in his mind—why are you here?
In his rush to escape a normal nine-to-five,
Not chained to one path, having to play it safe.
The search for his purpose, even if the road ahead is unclear.
Yet those around push for normality.
Comfort in the predictable, known for success.
As he sits in silence, reflecting, unsure of what to say.
“You’ve got a college degree? What are you doing here?”
January 7, 2025 at 8:35 am
Short but sweet, I thought it was a quick but compact wondering about work and the necessity of a job you hate.
January 7, 2025 at 8:39 am
I like this poem because of the unknown, we don’t know what his degree is. It displays the reality of the stress of getting a degree and the perfect job. Impress everyone and be judged if you don’t.
January 7, 2025 at 11:56 am
I like how you made the story so open minded for the reader.
January 7, 2025 at 12:00 pm
This is really nice poem, I could understand what you trying to said. This topic was hard to make it into a poem, but you did it.