Wednesday, January 9, 2008

It Takes A Village


Long ago I was full of wisdom
My knowledge was sought
Hours burned with idle chatter
Laughter, tears
Memories, solutions

Many years later
I am cast aside
Old , useless
Unworthy of your time

The loss

is yours

4 comments:

Frederick said...

wonderfully to the point. The ending "the loss (space)is yours" strikes to the emotional blend I felt. :)

Paula's Poetry said...

You felt it the way I intended
for me, that means a lot.

Thank you, Frederick, I do appreciate your thoughts.


Paula

Michelle Hix said...

damn straight its their loss! Loved this!

Paula's Poetry said...

I am glad you dropped by, did some reading and loved what you read.

I appreciate your kind words..


Paula