Memo to meA Poem by Beccy(On having left the city behind.) The evidence of my reconstruction is everywhere. Gold and diamond become little more than pointless ornament, in the same manner as a designer style apartment and the avarice I once employed are less than single grain of sand; but even so, I suspect I weigh much the same as when I took my leave. Presently, the journey is only part complete; for though layer on flippant layer of bounty has been peeled away, I have still to harvest the full benefits of my molten heart; those immeasurable billions of amorphous synaptic impulse. But never fear, I will soon enough, it is, after all, the nature of the beast; And who knows, if fancy dictates and the board of directors carry the vote, I might even enjoy motherhood without the stain of disapproval from those higher tables I once graced. cc: the head of mergers and acquisitions :))
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12 Reviews Added on March 23, 2016 Last Updated on March 23, 2016 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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