Leftovers Poem by Reginald Goodridge

Leftovers



All around and under our noses
they linger
up and down the pavement
dirty fingers
Sticky like old oil; an unkempt home
mud slingers
Left for done, lonely in winter
sadness bringers

So sad, our left overs...

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