Toad
By Nightcrawler
What does one do? Where does one go? Why does one travel when dark is the road? What does one think with nothing to know? How does one live, when one is a Toad? Sit there little Toad, sit there and smile. While sunlight ravages you, all the while. Your pond is dark, but you're not there today. Thinking for once that it's far too vile. Poor little Toad, sitting in dismay. Why do you smile my green little friend? When your life is near to its simmering end? Perhaps you know something that we do not.. As the sun grows hotter with its malicious bend. But still he sits in that one quiet spot. Wait little Toad! It's starting to rain! You knew the whole time! Why cause me such pain? Your smile was real, not one of dismay. Here I was, little Toad, nearly going insane. Farewell little Toad, until a new day. Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 05:34 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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