Hand Me Down
None are yours yet I bestow them upon you
you bare the gift that was never yours
from generation on through
hand me downs are given to you
once neat and new
now I give unto you
you are not special enough for new stuff
but thread be bare we cant let you go bare
for all is not yet upon your back it shall rot.
Copyright © Malcolm Dyer | Year Posted 2016
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