The Paper

Poem By Paul Michael

Because of a tiny imperfection,
I throw the paper away,
And realize,
We treat people the same way.
I retrieve it from disregard,
Crumbled and misshapen,
And try to make amends,
From the damage forsaken.
The character flaw,
If I cared at all,
To ever look and see,
Doesn't lie in a piece of paper,
But rather inside of me.

Comments about The Paper

This is amazingly good! Please continue to write, and may your star rise as rapidly as mine did (submitted my first poem on 3-13-2017, started off at Level 1 like you; now up to level 3 in four short days.) Let me help you along by giving you a 10 on this endeavour! Well done!


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