The Low

A small poem I wrote at work. It was a slow day and I was alone to close up shop, seemed like a good time.

Big and funky

for the thrill

of every little Annie

through the city

wasteful he, try ever less

to see

Innocence is not a myth

nor is it lost forever

simply put

a secret gift

he traded for a tether

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[not one]

nicely written

[Sami Khalil]

It turned out to be a nice poem...:)