An hour clocked
in the wet footprints
cast upon past
each fleeting step
measures an instant
a crack a mother’s back
a broken promise
I will do well in school
I will not stray
trouble will not
be my downpour
raining in some dark alley
hunkered under red
umbrella from showers
there are no guarantees
otherwise
Michael A. Wells
5 comments:
Excellent...I love the incorporation of the children's rhyme...
Thanks Tess!
OMG!! I forgot! I knew it was coming up a week or so but then it fell off my radar. Thanks Teena in Toronto
Clever write - excellent stuff
Anna :o]
Ah, the promises we make to ourselves. This was fun to read.
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