Wrote this poem on Friday morning when I felt fine... then was stomach-sick all weekend. Draw your own conclusions about the power of a poem, my friends, and choose your metaphors with care! Ooof.
Indigestion
When I was young
I ate the world
and felt fine
in the morning
I was happy
with strong teeth
I never flossed
I wore no glasses
unaware of what
I could not see.
Now I wear glasses
and I read the world
it does a number
on my gut
and everything’s
in pain.
Indigestion
When I was young
I ate the world
and felt fine
in the morning
I was happy
with strong teeth
I never flossed
I wore no glasses
unaware of what
I could not see.
Now I wear glasses
and I read the world
it does a number
on my gut
and everything’s
in pain.
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