When the binding’s worn
And pages fall out
I am torn
By the idea of going without.
On the one end
I do not need to send
Energy into what is old.
On the other
If I go without
Then my little feet may get cold.
Worn
When the binding’s worn
And pages fall out
I am torn
By the idea of going without.
On the one end
I do not need to send
Energy into what is old.
On the other
If I go without
Then my little feet may get cold.
Brigid Faye, Reader 