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My Clothes Are Worn

We haven't had enough mornings
That's how you know who's in your life
And who's just passing through
Drinking coffee long enough for it to cool
A conversation between me and you

Taking the time to talk to a waiter
Smiling about the day before
Wondering how this one will end
Growing up together
No matter how long it's been

We have to overcome ourselves
Isn't that how life has to be
I don't want to plant sorrow
I know there is no perfect love
But I'll feel bad about it tomorrow

Give me a chance to be human
Once you know then love will begin
A rose that wilts is a rose is a rose
Take away everything you thought
And believe in my worn clothes


Mark Lecuona (author) from Austin, Texas on July 15, 2019:

Thank you Lorna. I try to be open without putting on airs or anything. It is a thought about a day that really happened and how I felt about it.

Lorna Lamon on July 14, 2019:

There is a real sense of honesty in this poem, which I enjoyed reading.

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