YOU MEAN TO GIVE ME NOTHING

What aim am I of yours
To what purpose do you mean me

Ours is uneven yields
Anguish
This is my personal produce

But what of yours
No glimmerings
No indications are gleaned

My reaping is frugal
My cull limited

You mete out and seize
You allot and retain

I yearn for ample
You mean to give me nothing

Purposely

Go on to Ismene and Her Sister



from The Third Age in Paris
by Arleen T. McCormack

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