Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Useful Still, a poem

Useful Still

I am the word unspoken,
found only in old books.
Remember me when you
play Scrabble or fill in
the Sunday crossword. I
am useful still, you see.

And now and then, if you
might say my name aloud,
for old times' sake, you know,
just sound me out for ears
that do not know me, I
would feel useful still.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

One might read all sorts of stuff into this. That, of course, is ones prerogative.

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