paper ball poem


The poem was not a long one
It did not make me sad
It was not a complicate poem 
It was simple 
And I'm glad for that
It wasn't neatly written
Chicken scratch, I guess
It wasn't clean
It was just a crumpled up paper mess
It wasn't for you
Although it was heading your way
It's not for me
But I'm keeping it for today
And tomorrow 
I'll give it to someone who deserves it

The End

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