My Time To Score Poem by Sarah Sisson

My Time To Score



I'm nimble and quick.
I'm balanced not sick.

I sit on a mine
of goodness and kind...

...I am to myself.
My options of health...

...do beat away time
that made life unkind.

But good life is here.
I no longer leer...

...at those who have more.
It's my time to score.

Monday, January 12, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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