Peach Pits and Prosperity

Joseph Tozzi, Grade 12, Cherry Hill High School West


Opportunity is plucked from the open fields of the future

Rotten with self pity

Envious of those who had workers pick the bounty for themselves

I set out for the fields before sunrise


I found myself wicker basket befuddled

Every fruit pulled turned out useless

Soft with the inability of greatness

Until I laid fingertips on its propitious fuzz


I held the basket around my shoulder

Peaches turned to stone


I Bit into the sweetness of success

I cracked a tooth

My alarm was set for the same time tomorrow