Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Touch-me-not

Cheer me up and I am startled
Not the happening but the act
Not the joy, the fun but the act
Not the happiness around but the act

Care a bit and I am scared
Not the act but the thought
Not the act but the review
Not the act, the thing but the prospect

Share with me and I am terrified
Not the food but the life-slice
Not the taste, the tang but the life-slice
Not the heartfelt but the life-slice

My end of bargain, can I keep - my worry
I will give everything, good enough?
My life for the moment, do I measure?
Last straw - my ego at your feet. Can I still pay back?


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