Button

Broken in my own way

But I like it all right

Spackled and duct taped

Rusty and worn

Don’t have a single emotion

That hasn’t been torn

Scarred across the knuckles

Sad in the heart

Most things mostly my fault

At least in part

Just a missing button

On a worn threadbare shirt

Style is no different

With one button gone

All things go out of fashion

Before too long

Pick myself up, dust off my shirt

Head forward in time

Not a one of us hasn’t been hurt

To not keep moving is the only crime

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

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