Quaint
I am alone in this wolflike world
Holding, grasping, hoping, praying
My life's worth immeasurable to me
Yet alas my notions are considered quaint
Outdated if you must,
Yet is there a time limit on values?
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2012
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