Take Aways

You can take away my job Another line of work I will find You can take away my hair Going bald I really don’t mind You can take away my friends I am comfortable all alone You can take away my gadgets I have no use for a cell phone You can take away my memories My past is best forgot You can take away my possessions I really don’t have a lot You can take away my money I will live a beggar’s life I could get used to no more nagging, so You can take away my wife You can take away my sight For I can still see without my eyes You can take away my wardrobe I like being naked, no surprise You can take away my house With a shopping cart I will roam But you cannot take away my words I’ve secured them in my poems