Crack my knuckles

Crack my knuckles

A Poem by Jon Roggie

Goes along with my back.
Sometimes,
  you just have to stretch.
Wash off the dirt, and the blood.
   Feel the ache in your body.
Sit looking at what you have done.
Now,
  it would be pleasant to see the results,
    but the time waiting adds to the beauty.
As each day passes,
  I watch a new world grow.

© 2016 Jon Roggie


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Added on April 30, 2016
Last Updated on April 30, 2016

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Jon Roggie
Jon Roggie

Porterville, CA



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