It was a sea of white
Cold and dry was the night
All alone she was in the blues
Tired she was, so she removed her shoes
She walked, moved, dragged herself
Rushed, raced, rolled thyself
She came to a halt, STOP!
Then questions started to pop
Isn’t there success after patience?
Isn’t there victory in persistence?
So round and round she went
Up and down; her time she spent
She was a tiny dark ant with weak feet
On a wide plain white sheet!
August 27, 2015
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
It was a sea of white
Cold and dry was the night
All alone she was in the blues
Tired she was, so she removed her shoes
She walked, moved, dragged herself
Rushed, raced, rolled thyself
She came to a halt, STOP!
Then questions started to pop
Isn’t there success after patience?
Isn’t there victory in persistence?
So round and round she went
Up and down; her time she spent
She was a tiny dark ant with weak feet
On a wide plain white sheet!
August 27, 2015
