Ants

A silly little poem I wrote

 

I know why we forget what we try so hard to remember.

Its because when you sleep and listen to your dreams.

The ants come out it seems.

Find their way to the bed.

Then up into your head.

They crawl around right by your brain.

Each takes a piece of yesterday and then they all are on their way.

Reviews

[Nykkiicia Cion]

sounds like a limerick...i like it! its fun and playful in tone...great job