Poems from rachelpetrello
Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe
Along the silver line -
Others twisting, twirling
In daring deeds sublime!
Cautiously a crawler
To unknown world...
Could it be? This man beside me -
Battered, bleeding, dying?
Could it be? Amid the rising jeers
This mocking crowd is crying?
Could it be?...
Once again she stood, her mirror before,
Scanning the work that need be done.
'Twas time again to rise and face yet
Another day under the...