The wear of life
I put on my life again today,
wrinkled, frayed around the edges.
Stains a map of lived-in lives
and threadbare broken pledges.
Yes, I put it on again today,
I have no other life to wear.
It is quite snug and fits me rather well
despite the signs of wear-and-tear.
I'd like to get another one
that shows I'd taken better care.
The odds on this, I know, are slim,
I'd hire one, but from where?
Reflecting now, its fitting
that I put it on with pride.
My life, no worse than others who
wear tailored dreams in which to hide.
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