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I Don’t Have

I don’t have the balm of little children
I don’t have an island to go to
I can’t hunt or lift heavy loads
I won’t drive on I-95

I don’t have a garden that doesn’t die
that isn’t choked out by weeds
at the end of every season

I don’t have a brown paper bag or a locker
I don’t have a mother or father

I don’t have a pen
that writes in many colors
I can’t change a tire or fish

I count on my fingers
and watch the nightly news
I watch falling stars
but don’t wish for what isn’t

I don’t have a lock that is foolproof
I don’t have a good sense of direction

I don’t want a lawn to take care of
I don’t have a neat tied up ending

I don’t want advice
or the latest remedy
I don’t want to live
someone else’s life

I don’t like the sound
of water flooding
or a faucet dripping
like thoughtless talk

Do you mind if I don’t tell you
what you don’t want to hear?
You spend time
then don’t have any

I don’t have a platitude
or a rehearsed answer
I don’t want a finish line
or to start over
I don’t want the lights
left on all night
___________Colleen Redman / Poets and Storytellers United /  dVerse Poets Pub

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