In the end,
What am I to you?
A delicate flower
To be stepped on?
A fragile girl
To be used and tossed?
A toy to be played with
And left in boredom?
Am I a fun time to be had,
And then quickly forgotten?
The butt of your joke
To be misled?
A disposable paper cup
In the cycle of your day?
©2017 – V A Coote