The things in my left pocket are scattered and few:
Tissues for wiping a tear or two,
A note to remind me of some mistake,
A tourniquet for when I break.
At the bottom is where you'll find
The bit of dignity that I resigned,
All tied up with a silver hair.
Comments
The last two lines
This is a kind of sad poem...tissues, mistake notes, tourniquiets, resigned dignity.. is there hope in your other pocket?
Formerly Kestrel
Yes, it is sad. I was
Yes, it is sad. I was actually going to add a second stanza about the right pocket, and who knows. . . maybe I still will.
Incidentally, something I should have put in a note on the bottom is that this is more of a look at the feelings of those who have experienced real poverty. It wasn't supposed to sound angsty, but rather the thoughts on the hardships on has suffered throughout the years.
"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind."
— Dr. Seuss
"The pen is mightier than the sword, and considerably easier to write with."
OH! That was sooo beautiful!
OH! That was sooo beautiful! Thumbs up to this one! I loved the way it rymed...so awesome! ;-)
This is lovely, though a bit
This is lovely, though a bit depressing. I like how the last line doesn't rhyme with anything. I think everybody probably relates to/understands this poem in their own way...anyhow, love it. :)
Katie:-)
"Are all humans like this? So much bigger on the inside?"
-Idris/TARDIS
Very beautiful. I actually
Very beautiful. I actually don't find it depressing at all. It has a subtle sweetness, a quiet resignation. Well done.
I liked this :)
I liked this :)
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond