Monday, April 4, 2011

The Common Ant

Amongst the crowd,
Going and coming non-stop,
Stretching its legs and making their sounds loud,

Only every time I hop;
By the faucet,
I found it drinking my own water;

As I filled in the bottle,
I found it floating, dead.
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  1. AnonymousAugust 10, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    The poem is about those people who do their best to attain thier ambitions no matter how difficulties they face in life.

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