Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2017
If to the ground I go slipping
Please take your hand away
For it is I that did the tripping
So it is here that I must stay

But keep near me old friend
For this might become that day
That I earn my right to ascend
And begin to find my way
Forest
Written by
Forest
256
   ---, ---, ---, HappyHappyHappy and Eudora
Please log in to view and add comments on poems