Why give yourself away?
Belonging to someone.
Spending time, feelings,
love, passion, and fun.
And smiles, tears, words,
stars, and rains, and sun.
And pocket money, flowers,
gifts… by the tonne.
And dreams, and trust, and hope,
and thoughts that rerun.
Why spend yourself away
like wool that’s spun?
And look up from the finished
scarf to see no one?
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