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Aug 2018
One little quarter lies by my bed
you handed it to me before
you walked out the door.

You said if I just spent one
quarter, of my time with you
you would stay around, I have
to say I cannot dear, my time
is like a busy bee.

I never realized that work
stole me away from you
that's all I ever wanted
is to make you satisfied.

A little quarter looks so small
sitting by my bed, that's the only
thing I have, a quarter without
you.

You gave it to me that day, in
case I changed my mind, what
in life can I do now if your
not sitting by my side.

I guess I can live without money
for awhile, but in my heart,
I cannot live a quarter of my
life being away from you.



By Derena
© 2018 Derena (All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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