Pauper of the Soul

15 Jan 2011 1 Comment

by Becca in Poetry

Please take only what you’ll use
I only have so little so please…
I’ll leave my worries on the doorstep
If you’ll promise to help my little love just grow.
I’m a poor sucker with a weakness for weaknesses
Just leave me alone I’ll be fine on my own
Life’s just a teacher of hard knocks and soft goods
I’m just a drunk with no prospects at hand
I’m not a drunk I’m just lost in the plan
Please give only what you can
I’ll take only what I need.

I’ve been sitting on this for over two years. I stole lines from songs and poems that I like, tweaked some of them a little… don’t know whether I like it or not, but I LOVE the title. Where’d that come from? (My head, I think.)

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