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Dried Seaweed
Tanned then faded,
On the tiny freckles of the beach.
Brown and wrinkled,
Stepped on by the toes and the webbed feet.
It once danced in the sea,
Long and silky smooth like hair.
Swaying along the currents of nature,
Controlled by the orbits of the moon.
It once had a purpose,
To protect the school of tiny fishes.
Holding them with its tender arms,
With such care and love.
Then the water turned black,
Like the safety ink from a squid.
Polluted by men,
From its roots to stem.
It let the dirty currents carry it away,
Away from the death that filled the water.
Landing on the prickly glass filled beach,
It lay un-needed and un-wanted.
It became a piece of garbage,
No longer useful to anything.
Other than a gentle touch,
To the tiny dead fish that gets washed ashore.
Tanned then faded,
On the tiny freckles of the beach.
Brown and wrinkled,
Stepped on by the toes and the webbed feet.
No longer needed,
No longer wanted.
No longer desired,
Just a no more.
A well written poem. As long as you have a good family that loves you and as long as you feel goods
about yourself. you'll never be unloved.
Wonderful poem. I hope too that we have someone who still loves us when were old, but it's best not to think about it.