Closure #7

by Jane K - Not entered

I first let you grow up,
And then named you Ridiculous;
Turned you out on the front lawn
To play parade with the passing cars.
They never waved back,
But they did laugh;
Not at you, at me,
For being so unfit,
For being your creator,
For allowing myself to feel this again
When I thought the lesson was
well learned and well remembered.
Now I see that you are wrongly named,
So go by your alias,
Angel,
And let me bear my own cross for once.

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1996-01-26 20:49:16
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:38:43
Poem ID: 44712

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