I STEPPED ON A BUG
I stepped on a bug and killed it dead;
Why did I do it? Where was my head?
I was walking along, not checking to see;
That my feet would be clear, of the wee families;
Maybe this bug had a family to raise;
But with one careless step, I have ended his days;
I will live with this guilt, wherever I roam;
That I orphaned his children, right out of their home;
So please heed my words, as you walk down the street;
There’s a whole other world, living under your feet.
© 2007 – Kimberly Miller
2 comments:
Hi Kim,
Great poem! If I watched my step here in Maine, I would never get anywhere - lol - we have more bugs here than you can imagine.
Thanks so much for the visit to my blog.
I think that house is still in a family - it is seriously neglected. I wish they would sell it.
Have a good one.
Susan
This is so Shel Silverstein! Love it, laughing and printing to save in my journal *grin*
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