Pity Poem by Juan Olivarez

Pity



Don't waste pity on me,
I can't use it anyway.
I am stone, why can't you see,
Save it for someone made of clay.

Give it to some wondering soul,
Who needs it more than I.
Somebody lost in bittter cold,
Someone with a cloudy sky.

10/15/10 Alton Texas

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