Poor Luck Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Poor Luck
Dance for me
Willy-nilly, wild
And free
Where the grass is
Wet.
So are you, I bet.
I am entirely naked
and scarred,
Except for one sock:
If I want to live forever,
That’s my poor luck.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
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5/3/2024 5:53:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'I am entirely naked and scarred, except for one sock...' If that doesn't sum up the human condition, I don't know what does!