Torn in twos and threes
Punctured all over
Scratched in a place or two
This isn't a rag, my friend
Why do I have it?
When I don't need it
When broken to pieces
Why do I mend it?
I don’t have an answer
I don’t have a reason
Just a piece of junk
Obsolete yet dear
Life sucked out of it
It looks a lot like me
Nothing I can do about it
Why do you ask again and again?
No, I won’t give it to you
I trust no one with it
Many times before
Menders have turned offenders
I won't let it happen again.
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2 comments:
Good post.
thank u and may I know who u r?
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