Stick People
I wish I were more like stick people
They don’t have hearts that break
They don’t know the pain of loving
They can’t feel what’s at stake
I wish I could be like stick people
They don’t have flesh that yearns
They’ve no minds to lose with worry
No fear, no hope that burns
Stick people always know their place
Their fate decided by pen and ink
Someone else controls their future
I’m more like them than I think
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2018
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