Poor Old Me

by | Oct 23, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

I’ve always felt deflated
That life has been unfair
My teeth are pretty crooked
I haven’t got much hair
It was decided very early
That I would not be tall
With eyesight not too clever
And feet designed to fall
When handing out “equipment”
I wasn’t first in line
It seemed whoever built me
Just didn’t have the time
My brain is not the best one
It sometimes comes up short
It stutters in mid- sentence
And registers-”abort”
In spite of all my problems
I’m glad that I still can
Thank God that I’m not fighting
Out in Afghanistan !


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