A Discarded KeepsakeAfter the garbage truck had passed,
I found a photograph out by the street.
It was creased at one corner, scratched
On the front, where a man squatted
Between two young girls. Smiling,
They seemed to squint into the sun.
On the back, in wobbly script, were
The words, “John and the girls at
Dorothy's house.” Who were these
People?, I wondered. Did anyone care
Anymore? I grew sad at the thought
That nobody did, sadder still when I
Threw it away, knowing this is how
Every life ends.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2021-04-14 at 18:35
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