The Short Life Of A Pill Bug
I roll up
into a ball
and kids have fun
playing with me
they like to poke me
with a stick
to see what I will do
some will throw me
some will place barriers
in front of me
some play army men with me
I get rolled down hills
and buried in dirt
even used to make faces
on mud pies
no matter what
I keep going
over or under any obstacle
until I get stepped on
and then I am not
round anymore
but just a stain on the concrete
to be washed away with a hose
no trace of me to remain
such is the life of
a lowly Pill Bug
it's fun while it lasts
but it doesn't last
near long enough.
keith jeffries
Wed 12th Feb 2020 16:19
d.k.,
I do believe you are adopting a new style of writing or your writing is developing due to real effort on you part. Another good poem.
Keith