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Nov 2015
Admittedly i am a coward because i run from this bully...
i won't stay and fight him..
He moves too fast, and hits me below the belt!
i will not stand up to him..
Because, i am afraid of him, her, (whatever)
They make me feel like i’ve been being ***** and robbed
by two bullies: Father—time, and Gravity..
Admittedly, i will not be brave enough to withstand the expensive
exercises and vitamins, That coupled with the pull gravity.
from the wealthy, causing peanut butter to become a delicacy..
And growing old a calamity. Making it impossible...”to grow old gracefully”
Written by
Vicki Acquah  Ohio
(Ohio)   
289
   Eudora
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