The old wooden dresser that’s been in my life for
all of my life left today on the back of a pickup truck – carted away by two young guys
who looked down on their luck.
Too scarred to stay – too cherished for the dumpster
Given away
so when it’s cracked and aged frame
is finally tossed away
it won’t be me who did it.

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