A Better Person Poem by lobby lobster

A Better Person



I found a cockroach yesterday, in my sink.
He looked kind of lost and sad.

I felt sorry for killing it,
but I did it anyway.

Now I feel bad,
and I promise next time
I see one, I will resist the impulse.
Next time
I will be a better person.

Isn't that what counts?

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