Never Again

(This is a reverse poem, read from top to bottom then bottom to top.)

“Morning,” again said Mr. Sumbody

As I think about the playground and my small buddy

The distance between the big hand and small on the clock

Is it too soon to start to wonder or not,

Whether the weather will be enough to smile and play

Or will it be grey

“It will be a cool day.” afraid I did say

I created it again in my head

A day to remember the Daisy that was dead.