For the Girl Who Lost 22 Passports and Her JobA Poem by AliceFOUR names, NINE numbers, On a paper marked most important, -Lost. Stamps that were there to remind me. Dates, places, the things that I had seen, And done. Now only in my memory, And a few photographs. So while I am here, Why not stay a while? I’ll sip some Spanish wine: I have the time. Can’t go anywhere, Anymore. Off the map for now, -For good. For better or worse. This is not my mistake. Let live; Let go. Wind and winding roads, Things that I would not have seen otherwise. Say thank you, or say nothing. Don’t disrespect, don’t grudge. Think, what would you do, If you lost another persons identity? © 2011 AliceFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on February 25, 2011 Last Updated on February 25, 2011 AuthorAliceAboutOf late, I have been using poetry as a therapeutic device. I have been showing my poems to one of my best friends, and she showed me this website. She told me that perhaps some people here might be ab.. more..Writing
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