The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Jul 13, 2006
Decisions
She wants to stay.
She wants to go.
What can I say?
I don't know.
She asks my advice.
I try to tell.
She rolls the dice.
All is not well.
She holds my hand.
Or do I hold hers?
Life is like sand.
Not always in verse.
Her friends bring a ball.
There is little delay.
They stand in the hall.
Yes dear! Go and play!