The Old Cloth Poem by Diana Rosser

The Old Cloth



The old cloth stinks
Heavy and damp it lies discarded on the drainage board
It was useful once.

There was a time
I would have washed it
Cared for it
Reused or repurposed it
Made the best of what remained of it.

Not this time
This time
I am done with it.

Tuesday, September 1, 2020
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Gajanan Mishra 01 September 2020

Useful once I am done with

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