Thursday, 22 May 2008

A poem about worms

Do sightless worms soliloquise
And mourn their dreadful lack of eyes
Do they say "I am a man and not a worm"
When good times quickly to bad times turn

And do they think twice
when cut in half
by a passing spade
do they feel afraid?


Len Edgerly said...

This is a damn good little poem!

Simon said...

Thanks Len! :) It was running through my head so I just had to type it up.