The Tiny Bubble Poem by Shaun Cronick
The Tiny Bubble
I'm just a tiny bubble,
Poured from a bottle of pop.
In a glass with countless others,
Some now rising to the top.
What does my spherical future hold,
What is my fate or destiny.
To be consumed or go pop!
Either one ends unpleasantly.
Oh why was I born a bubble,
With no real long longevity.
I'm resigned to my fate,
For will this world miss me...
This has been rewritten since uploaded so it will take longer than the life expectancy of a bubble to show up. And lets face it...it's not easy being born a bubble.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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7/28/2025 6:17:59 PM # 1.0.0
Intriguing and highly original poem Shaun...showcasing a deft delpoyment of personification. It's definitely a troubled bubble inspired ten from me!