Wet PocketsA Poem by LaDeeThis small passage is about losing a job and not having any money. Worrying about when the next time you'll see some.My pockets are wet full of tears. Crying because they haven’t
seen their friends in while. They visited last week but haven't called or texted
since. I'm starting to get worried now too. I can’t walk around with wet
pockets forever. I wonder if they are ever coming back. © 2013 LaDee |
StatsAuthorLaDeeSaint Petersburg, FLAboutI'm an 19 year old college student. I am training to become a manager at pizza hut. In the little free time that I have i like to write. I like write out my imagination or sometimes write the words i .. more..Writing
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