Survival For The Unfitted Poem by Rob Knetsch
Survival For The Unfitted
always behind the sideline
not prepared for a place
navigating through life
without compass or map
scraping by for food and rent
sometimes the mind strikes gold
a small brainseed may grow
into an idea, sprouting a plan
while pondering, the plan matures
until it's ready for execution
starting with aiming a gun
without a compass or map
"survival for the unfitted" © 2013 Rob Knetsch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
5/14/2024 4:01:23 PM # 1.0.0.1119
