#44 Years Poem by Sylvia Carter

16,071 Days
(Sixteen thousand, seventy-one) into my life off and on it's past time to call it quits, especially since you've replacement me during our so called little love affair
16,071 I allowed myself to compete for your attention, I mean my hair was black and so was yours, now it's salt and pepper there is no logic to this insanity? I've allowed.
16,071 is it because your famaliar?
did I believe I had to settle?
Psalm 90: 12 So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom
Family don't give up 16,071 years keep a open to some one who will never comit to you.
Sylvia~
#44