Threadbare

A well loved comfort. Warm, right out of the dryer Protector of all, security Tossed aside forgotten Crumpled heap in the corner Tug-of-war, squabbles and fights Tattered corners, worn seams Fabric torn asunder over time Beautiful patchwork designs Fraying at the fringe Frankenstein stitches Duct tape fixes A harlequin kaleidoscope of colors I am the cloth from which this life is cut I am threadbare A. Jensen 2012

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