Poor little worm
In the earth
Feeling like
You have no worth
Used for bait
When we fish
Or for a bird
A tasty dish
Crossing the sidewalk
To get to your spot
You didn't make it
It was too hot
Looking like
You were fried
I'm sorry
That you died
Do you have a family
That you leave
Tiny worm children
That will grieve
May your life in heaven
Be everlasting
Play in the soil
Make a casting
Know that you
Had some worth
You were tending
To Mother Earth
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
Poor little worm
In the earth
Feeling like
You have no worth
Used for bait
When we fish
Or for a bird
A tasty dish
Crossing the sidewalk
To get to your spot
You didn't make it
It was too hot
Looking like
You were fried
I'm sorry
That you died
Do you have a family
That you leave
Tiny worm children
That will grieve
May your life in heaven
Be everlasting
Play in the soil
Make a casting
Know that you
Had some worth
You were tending
To Mother Earth
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