Take ItA Poem by Chris ShawMake of it what you will, one from the archivesTake it, take it, take it all, my books, my china and my home. Take every bloody thing I own and don't forget the treasures too left in the bedroom, top drawer chest. And after that why don't you take the polish from the kitchen floor, and then the crumbs upon the plate. It's not enough? Then here's some more. Take it, take it, take the rest. Take my garden flowers fair, take all my unkempt wavy hair, each single lash about my eyes, both eyebrows and my energy. My haemoglobin, throw that in and drain the colour from my skin. Take everything and leave me bare, there's nothing left for you to bin. But leave me, leave me, leave me please I'm pleading now and on my knees, please spare me my own dignity.
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22 Reviews Added on February 4, 2019 Last Updated on February 4, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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