Lament
The passing of a friend approaches,
One who's long been near my heart.
Incurable! No treatment options.
I'm heartsick nothing can be done.
Once white, now gray as death's cold skin,
Threadbare, failing fabric sags,
Elastic hangs down like a fringe,
Helpless threads are no support.
I could be spared the pain of loss
If some replacement should arise.
Alas, I fear that won't be true--
Bali bras don't come my size!
Copyright © Anita Harris | Year Posted 2017
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