Comfy

Certain memories are
a favorite pair of old slippers;
ragged, tattered, not much
to look at, but comfortable in
a way nothing new could be

once you plucked them from
the garbage; second thoughts?

hard to part, sometimes, with
a never-complaining old friend

then again, sometimes it’s best
to just let the dog chew ‘em up

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About poetluckerate

I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.
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