Gravity - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Gravity keeps pulling me down.
I keep getting shorter by the minute.
I’m on my toes stretching up.
But I find that while I’m in it
this world weighs too heavy on me.
And I don’t think it’s due to gravity.
Started out at five-foot three.
I was comfortable with my height.
But now gravity’s got me at five-foot one.
I’m shrinking before my sight.
I guess there’s not a thing I can do.
It’s the gravity of the situation makes me blue.
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