Rock Away
baby i'm
trying to sleep
but the earth keeps
moving under my feet
soberly
standing since
second round finding
my found is off the ground
grinding
my teeth in
disbelief with no
relief in sight for the wary
never
varering
off course but
all sorts of acourse
what do
you mean you
uncaring octogenarian
but wait i'm not there yet so
get upset later
catch me another time
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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