Foreboding
When I was a young-un, looked forward with dread
Going for a walk would have to leave my legs in the shed
Walking would be difficult
Resorting to tall stilts
Still be wobbly and filled with foreboding widespread
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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