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Used Up
by Jennifer Marie Smith

Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Rated "G" by the Author.
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In the end we are all used up.

Used Up

Somebody gave it too him
thirty years ago
told him the color of the chair
was toad green
get rid of it they said to him
its time to move on
you understand
it was the coffee stains and the way the cloth faded
that made them hate it
the way the threads were
popping loose, only a half hole
existed in the curved bosom that spooned him
like a lover on a cold winter night
and made him feel comfortable and rested
and the cushions like soft cloud cleavage
warm and inviting
he appeared to agree with the children
about the need to move on with life and
the chair’s condition
being ragged and all
and needing to be gotten rid of
and the color did not match
any other part of the house or furniture  
and the interior was so old to clean would have meant destroy
and the many tears of shame
and the way they stuck to the flypaper air
and the smell of such memories
from a life past
condense to pool his eyes
words hiss to cough and sniffs
as he watches them take it from the room
through screen door
one leg broken the other ok
to make it work at least
and used up like a piece of furniture.
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Reviewed by Karen Palumbo 4/10/2008
Lovely photograph! How bittersweet an analogy you present, yet I do believe that many think in this way instead of treasuring and respecting all of life's wisdom as we journey on our way....

Be always safe,

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