Spins Round by Patrice Clarkson | Jun 1, 2017 | Poetry | 0 comments Spins round and around Holding on tight Trying my best Not to be thrown To the ground. The future is past A present not found I grasp, I grasp But can’t touch a place Not spinning round. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017 Submit a Comment Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Δ