It's An Iced Tea LifeA Poem by mattavelliYou've brought out my depression. Contest entry.A glass of iced tea Melting, aging Wetness on the table A coaster to provide dignity. Tannins sink to the bottom Leaving tepid water Poured out and replaced By something fresh. So much is used and ignored, Left to waste and be replaced. What is valued anymore? Am I? Will I be left to waste, Provided with a quiet place to die? © 2015 mattavelliReviews
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25 Reviews Added on February 19, 2008 Last Updated on May 17, 2015 AuthormattavelliFLAboutLIFE IS A PARTY. DON'T BE A PINATA. ------------------- Hello, Thanks for visiting my page. I'm Matt. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. If you have a poem that you'd like me to read, please let.. more..Writing
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