Uloia Norris Moore

Rookie (Day's of The Past, Present, Future. / Southern United States)

The Rock - Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Whom perceived by others
blindned jaugernaught

Such pounding blows
to the head should
have since long rendered
most quite dead

As with all age caught up
thank God enough
such cracking of the egg

Saith I no more

You have built your stores
stocked your shelves
filled bank bag
enough I beg
on what is left
of my back

Just tell me to my face
What do you want

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 22, 2011

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