Damaged Merchandise

Damaged Merchandise

 “We are all damaged Merchandise.”

He said.

 

And arrogantly, I thought to myself,

“Well,

Maybe everybody else is.

But me?  

Not so much.”

 

Then again,

Today, as I sit

On the edge of my bed

Crying my eyes out

Over something my

Elderly mother

Could not stop herself

From saying.

 

Humility amends that earlier, arrogant thought.

Perhaps,

At least today,

I am the very picture

Of damaged merchandise.

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1 Response to Damaged Merchandise

  1. Joan says:

    Me neither. dear friend.

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