Have a lot of work to do this holiday. Wrote this poem as early as I could based on this Sunday photo.
Final Tug
Will trade
stretched out straps
for new soles.
Year done,
not fit enough
to hang from wires.
Horatio Alger
stuck in endless
unpaid internships.
Tired of own
head in jar,
unguessed worth.
Sores-filled feet
will walk only
toward open doors.
No comments:
Post a Comment