Mighty Arrow Poem by David Darbyshire

Mighty Arrow



Most people are on the,
straight and narrow.
Like the strong bow
and the mighty arrow.

Some are high and bent,
living in a little sad tent.
They can't even walk straight,
and at a green light, they hesitate.

So people look each other,
directly in the eye.
Then you can see if the other
guy is high.

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