I COULD SHARE…
And then it wouldn’t feel like a WASTE
The clothes that no longer fit my waist
But some seem brittle as old PASTE
Some in need of a stitch or a BASTE
More than a few not to anyone’s TASTE
Stuff in a bag,
What a drag.

Georg’ann

To what would I give VOICE?
Is there nothing left to SHARE?
Childhood scraps held with PASTE
Memories perhaps going to WASTE
Faded fabric, colorful floss used to BASTE
These tender things are out of TASTE
Stored in musty boxes taking up space
The future no longer wants to hold
onto the past

Heather