Personal Poetry: A repost because it was sort of Ash Wednesdayish

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A repost because it was sort of Ash Wednesdayish

Loser I am nobody. Nobody is me. I am paid nothing. I work for free. There is nothing left At the end of the day, Nothing but dust Which you kick Out of the way, Bereft of ashes Of the life that never was. Dust I was. I have returned Without life Or remembrance. Copyright © 2007 by C. P. Klapper Sign in to see full entry.

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