Just An Old Photograph
It was only an old photograph;
But your black heart thought only of you,
You slipped my wallet from my purse,
Shame on you, Shame on you!
Your charges on my card stopped so quickly,
In a matter of minutes I’d phoned, theft found.
The worth was in one sentimental picture,
All I had dumped on graveled ground.
You didn’t win, dear thief, you have my prayers, tho
You took all I had left of him, thought you were clever,
But in my heart lies every detail, his smile, my dress, his suit,
He was gone, and so’s your conscience forever.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2019
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