There’s some that do,
There’s some that don’t,
There’s some that will,
There’s some that won’t,
Can never tell until,
The time you get to know,
Of who goes with,
Or against the flow.
Some will swim to shore,
Wanting something more,
Some will bob afloat,
In quietness they hope,
All remains the same,
Just how you play the game,
One linkage in a chain.
D.Ullman 2000 ©
Great Poem.... Like I always say.....Keep them guessing!!! LOL Nicely done....I like the idea!! Michelle