Potatoes Poem by Anisa Tara

A potato for the road,
My roads they do not end.
I take another, I am no better,
Swallowing my discontent.

The potato is moving on,
Another must take it's place.
I take another, I am no better,
Slowly turning into waste.

Five potatoes in my belly,
The road is longer still.
I take another, I am no better,
For I have not had my fill.

No potatoes left over,
Life lies heavy on a scale.
I want another, but there is no other,
To take this pain away.