my love is tired
exhausted by its time
running out like salt
from a torn sack
but it is my love
and wherever it goes
it will plague the tail
of some other bird
and those who've shared
this time with me
may they wind up in better shape
than in what I've come to be
tired but as ready as I can be
to be what I am
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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