Refuse

I'd had my life for sixty years, and had
No further use for it. That's why I
Offered it to you, who held it closely
For a while. Then you gave it back to
Me. It's mine again. It goes unused.
I wish that it was gone.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-03-24 at 01:38

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