Height - Poem by Edwina Reizer
If I was just a little taller
I'd never use needle and thread.
I'd nothing to hem
and things unreachable
I could grab instead.
But good things come in small packages.
That's how the saying does go.
So I content myself with 5 foot 3
and take out my needle to sew.
When I was a kid I'd look up to see
people growing taller than me.
I wondered how it felt up there?
Was it easier to see?
Now that I've reached that 'I don't care stage'
it's not that bothersome at all.
If I need something way up high
I just find someone that is tall.
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