A Ball called Paula

by John Long   Jul 2, 2007

From the womb,
Curled up in a ball,
Now sometimes bouncing along,
Sometimes kicked to the wall.

Fridays up, Mondays down,
At ten she was caught,
At nineteen she is thrown.

Strangely though, when deflated
And lacking airs,
She is roundly content and
Without a care.


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  • 12 years ago

    by Ingrid de Klerck


    this is a very creative write by you..
    Please keep posting your work!



  • 13 years ago

    by Jackie

    I like your poem, very good. Maybe sometime you could drop me an email!!