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Yours, Sincerely

Updated on October 23, 2012
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I'm not the shiny knight

With a spotless armour,

Riding his too white horse.

I'm the beaten warrior

Just about to fall off

His scruffy limping mount.

But I'm yours !


Corporate ladder games

Mean nothing much to me.

Successful writer ? I probably won't be.

More the starving artist,

Modest and contented,

I just happen to be.

But I'm yours !


Wounded by time and marred by life,

Some broken bones, some inner scars,

Geriatric doctors would feast on me.

But there's plenty of life

Left in this old body.

Not what most girls dream of, maybe ?

But I'm yours !


Fashionable poet? Far away from me!

Sledge hammer style with no rhymes

Is all I contemplate.

Grey is my hair, wrinkled my skin,

But deep at heart still in my teens.

Could you possibly still want me ?

Because I'm yours!


Copyright 2012 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns

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