Michael Benkhen Poet I do not know?

I Know What It's Like To Be Cardboard

I just had a morbid thought
I know what it's like to be cardboard
this is my story
you may laugh, you may boo
but I know what it's like to be cardboard
and one day you may too.

I'm stiff today
I'm stiff everyday
I get soggy when I'm wet
But then I get stiff again
I'm afraid of fire
but aren't we all?
I came in pretty packaging
but now the paint's all gone
I break when I bend over
I need to help just to move
I hope one day to float
then be buried in the earth.

-thank you...

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Susan Palli March 8, 2010 at 11:02 PM Such good analogy! Susan

Gert W. Knop March 8, 2010 at 2:22 PM Hi Michael, isnt' it good that we are no cardboards? I really like this poem and your idea and words. Good job! And thanks for your comment...Gert