Roll Instead Of Fold Poem by Craig Turner

Remember when you told me,
To roll instead of fold,
And walk away,
I didn't do what you asked of me,
Then it all went cold,
Because I stayed.

Hanging onto your advice,
Really should of told me twice,
There's nothing to hold onto,
So I grip onto the floor,
Really should be moving,
But I'm holding on for more.

Despite of everything,
I stood still in my shorts,
Staring at my phone,
Sending you reports,
Roll instead of fold,
I walk away.