Take from me that which you will
Those things that I possess
Strip from me the trinkets
That speak of my success

Look at me with jaundiced eye
With disdain on your face
Treat me as subordinate
Keep me in my place

Speak to me with vitriol
Mock my point of view
Contradict my every word
Their meaning misconstrue

I can overlook these things
As you strive to denigrate
Because the measure of a man
Is forgiving those who hate


About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Untouched

  1. splitspeak says:

    Powerful ending lines.

    Love, Mehak

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