Polymid

A weekly poetry blog describing mostly Sundays. Written by James M. Frost

12 May 2014

Forward

cumbersome it is
when all you do is sit still and wait
troublesome it is
when all you do is move about and get yelled at
because you were to late

Forward is the only way they say
Posted by James M. Frost at 12:26
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