Breadcrumbs

My possessions are strewn

Along my recent path

From the council dump

To container lock-up

Loaned, gifted

Donated, stored

The more miles travelled

The less I need

With each piece laid down

More peace I feel

There’s no going back

Along that old route

Now all I own

Is the day ahead

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n.b. With hope in your heart you’ll never walk alone

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CLP 28/12/2019