A Frail Old Bed Poem by Merry Mary

A Frail Old Bed



The yellow shines blindingly from upon the frail old bed,
where it lies
against the soft sand walls
in a corner
and all alone.
Up upon the walls lay scattered photos,
each led to a thought,
a feeling,
a memory -
of happiness
and it makes me smile.

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