You treated me like a discarded sofa
You used me
Appreciated me
Until you thought an upgrade was needed
Threw me to the curb
Without so much as a farewell
You let the rain soak me
Cars spray mud on me
Wildlife use me as some kind of sanctuary
You tried to pawn me off
But no one wanted me
Not after you ruined me
Who ever wants to take
A discarded sofa
One of those on the side of the road
Propped up on the curb
After days and days of rain
No one does
So I guess it's off to the landfill
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
