Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2016
I have always enjoyed the shows
Being in the second row.
Here, I avoid the spittle from the stages,
Felt safe behind third base,
When a line drive missed my face;
Playing sax behind clarinets in Band;
The first row gets chosen first;
I could rest my head on my desk,
Slouch behind raised hands.
An A-Team player always got hurt,
Or worse.
Behind me,
Are infinite rows and tiers,
And each gets a turn;
After second row.
Francie Lynch
Written by
Francie Lynch
947
     Francie Lynch, Klaryssa and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems