Of course, I am not okay with it, for it was yours,
And not mine to take,and as it is deemed yours,
How must one feel when you say it was our,
Mistake; that must be it, for I,
Am to blame.

But you nor I will give it no name or a bed from which
It will raise its sleeply head. We open our eyes and acknowledge.
That what we ought to have not let it rest and
Put our heads together for the best.

For it wishes to peep will never been achieved.
For it's silent cries never to be heard,
As it is tossed with utmost care,
In a bin with parts Here-
Nor-there, with gloves
To pat a job well done.