Life's Idiot Poem by Shaun Cronick
Life's Idiot
I stood on a cold bridge at midnight,
When a thought came in my head.
What a fool I was to be there,
When I might be home in bed.
I saw my shoelace was left undone,
Ignored it and went to the railing side.
When I tripped and fell over,
Now I'm going out with the morning tide.
Now I'm wet and cold,
My head is beginning to dim.
What a idiot I am indeed,
For never learning to swim.
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