Gaining/Loss
Each day I'm growing shorter
And I was not ever tall.
Perhaps instead of dying
I'll just shrink to none at all.
Is that an oxymoron?
How can anyone grow short?
But that's what he said I'm doing
On my last doctor's report.
So if you find me missing,
I'm not anywhere about,
Don't think I have deleted,
I've just shorted myself out.
By: Joyce Johnson
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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