Damaged Goods
I like it when a bookshelf cracks
when the silver becomes tarnished.
I like it when the shoes get dirty
and my new shirt gets a stain.
and my new shirt gets a stain.
Shiny new things
make me uncomfortable.
make me uncomfortable.
I have nothing in common
with an unused piece of furniture
or clothes that look
like they haven’t been thru something.
with an unused piece of furniture
or clothes that look
like they haven’t been thru something.
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This poem hurts in the best way. I love it and I thank you for writing it.
Ah thanks Philip – this one came along when I was minding my own business lol
Kind of painful but true!
I enjoyed reading this
I’m glad 🙂
I enjoyed reading this too.
The warts, the warts are not the horror, the horror. The horror is a shiny new penny under the tongue. That isn’t very much fun.
A– I loved this tender piece. It really shows a side of your voice I adore.❤️❤️❤️
You have written a poem in response! Warts and horror and shiny new pennies. Thank you ♥️
SAME.
Thank you for saying what many of us think and feel, using every day objects.
Ah it’s good to know I’m not alone!
Damaged Goods is what we all are (even if we don’t want to always admit it)
Kevin
I think that’s the good news. Might as well get comfortable with it!
Truth!
<3
I really enjoyed this, and agree with you!
Thanks Wendy!
your poem reminds me of the crack in the Golden Bowl Henry James writes about and the chipped china by the end of the first year of marriage Tolstoy writes about
Sounds like a couple of things for me to look into!!
Amen sister!