Washing hands with soap
Creative Writing Poetry


May 24, 2023

I was gonna write a poem about soap

But I’m no good at poems, so I lost all hope

Aristotle should not run for the role of pope

I would be better, I hope

Even if I continually slip down that endless slope

I am made clean by the dirt and mud.

The earth’s hands purify my own.


Note: This poem was written as part of an activity where members of The Fourth Floor each wrote a line of the poem while only being able to view the previous one.

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