Lily pad, lily pad, you float and you totter
You grow amidst filth
Or clear blue water
Lily pad, lily pad, you have a lot offered
Frogs, high they hop,
Yet you can't be bothered
Lily pad, lily pad, your green is a gift
From sullen and sad,
Your spirits will lift
YOU ARE READING
All My Memories Are Digital
PoetryA critical look of the past, filled with internal monologues, that tries not to be needlessly wordy or complicated.
