DISCARDED RAGS
Have no desire
To be in your company for just a season.
No,
I did choose you
As my mate for life,
Sharing the good and the bad.
We promised
Our embrace until the final hour and
Our love until the closing of our eyes.
Alas,
Of what value were those promises?
How high was the pledge and
What was the significance of that covenant?
Ultimately,
Your vows were even less
Than
Discarded Rags.
© François DulaPay

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