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You Do As You Please  8/17/2005  found poem, readjusted 6/20/22



my changes were saved

in a notebook

I wrote them down

so I could remember to tell you

exactly how far I've come


it doesn't seem to matter

though

you see me as arthritic

irascible

unable to bend to touch my toes

what if I were once a rose

in bloom

and now the petals were falling

the stem wilting

my resolve in decay


why do some people put love away

and forget to tell the other person

they're no longer valuable

a worn out shoe for a body

and a face which holds no charm


I hug myself into a heart-shape at night

laying my face on a soft blanket

pretending its you

when you used to see me

as a shiny dime or penny


the years cannot be called back

the tears water the garden

though I have none

if I were to stand naked before you

in the snow

would you bring me a blanket

or simply close the door

and let me freeze?


I see now

you do as you please.


LEGAL COPYRIGHT FOR THIS POEM RE-EDITED TODAY 6/20/2022 FROM ORIGINAL DATE 8/2005
AND ALSO FOR THIS WRITER MELISSA A. HOWELLS AND ALSO FOR THIS LEGALLY COPYRIGHTED
AND REGISTERED SITE TITLE MELOO STRAIGHT FROM HER TILT-A-WORLD





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