When stuck at work with ZERO customers...

It is useful to have something to do.

So, after finishing reading about this history and proper usage of the apostrophe (not one of my grammatical nemeses, to be honest), I wrote a poem. This one might even be classified as a real 'poem' not a 'non-poem', so here:



To all my friends, family... and Africa.



I would have your forgiveness, Love
For all my selfishness –

it so defines my every breath.

Forgiveness, Love!
they say love is selfless
but if I could only give you
my time, my tenderness, my passion-

I save them for myself, (hoarding like an aged woman with balls of wool)
In those bitter moments-
I cry for myself with all the depth of my emotional capability

But not for you, Love.
Such a waste of tears,
I could cry you a river
But what good would that do you? (do me? do me?)

I would have your forgiveness, Love,
But perhaps,

Be selfish.


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mm yeah, ooo, and

( I never seem to update my Journal with just me ranting about life anymore, so here: )