Napkins

Jabberwocky

The days fold into each other

like napkins in a pack;

Each one wiping me a little bit cleaner

of the sins of the past.

Those I committed,

and those committed against me.

 

Maybe one day I’ll be clean enough,

Before the pack is empty.

  • Author: Jabberwocky (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2021 09:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • User favorite of this poem: Lorna.
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Comments2

  • Lorna

    Love this powerful shorty.....

  • Goldfinch60

    I am sure all will be well before that pack is empty.

    Andy

    • Jabberwocky

      Well, maybe my next poem will be about wet wipes. That should do the trick 🙂



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