Another poem of my name. Made this when I was eighteen.

The market research company can predict about the future when they work with graduates from political sciences. So, that is also what sociology is about. The problem is to find the focal point or the center of interest.

This is a poem I wrote when my baby turned eighteen.

Laying in the street with my congregation,my fallen brother’s graves,ashes to dust,dust to coals.

This was written for my best friend who went out of state for college. Both he and I felt the same way about the life change from high school to college. Once he had finished moving into his apartment, he was feeling alone and wanted to come back. So in a sense, this is what I told him over the phone.