It Tells Me Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

It Tells Me



It tells me

I take bag in my car
I carry with my hand
Time to time I run; get
Funnily I am paid…

Though amount is peanut
They lose and I do gain
My health is of movement
It tells me; and I sense

I'm alive…

Monday, April 11, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: work
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