Memoirs Poem by Gavin Robinson

Memoirs

Staring back at me with such vacant eyes,
the memoir on the shelf waits to be bought-

Never considering it's on the clearance aisle.

Of all the things in my life,
How many do I mark down for lack of want?

Thursday, February 15, 2024
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