My job is to roll
I am a duty bound thing
Day and night I do my job whenever
They want me to roll steadfast and true
Without jumping without a single spring
I roll
Because that is my job
Without expecting anything
Even when I am punctured
I roll so dutifully
Because it is my job to roll
Without expecting anything
Even when I have a puncture
Worn and tired with my strength decreasing
I still roll
But they've kept me inside the dark
What should I do now?
Isn't this all I'm good for?
Isn't it my only job to roll?
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Express Myself- a collection of short poems
Thơ caEntrance into the forest between childhood and being an adult
