Means To An End- Ian Munywe
MEANS TO AN END
Was I just,
a means to an end?
I am aghast,
at that stipend.
That I found in hat,
for me to mend.
The hurt in heart this fact,
to straighten every bend.
Nothing could tear us apart,
do you recall each weekend?
I must have been a bat,
not to notice your trend.
Crouching scheming as a rat,
who can never be a friend.
Was I just,
a means to an end?
I suppose veracity is that,
I have no more letters to send.
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Copyright © Ian Munywe | Year Posted 2018
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