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The Shell....

i once had
a beautiful body
many beg to
touch it
many want to
sleep with me
even without
any responsibility

i look at myself
in the mirror
grateful for this
body

i had conceit
like a prince
of arrogance

time is my enemy
my body wears out
skin is loose
and bones become
brittle
there is a squeak
when i walk

sometimes i
regret having this
body
since i never had
used it
the way others
want it
if they had it

i tell myself
that it would have
been better
if this body
is the body of the
one i love

it would have been
more useful
perhaps lovelier
and i would have
been happier

my body is silent and indifferent
it has no independent mind of its own

it is one of those shells
where the hermit crab dwells

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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