The time we gave them everything
Has left us in this place.
I've blinked and found the same boy
With grey hair and sombre face.
When I stood and wished you happy
As I burned with molten tears,
I little knew you'd steal a bit
And keep it safe for years.
And when you brought it back again
And gifted me that shard,
I marvelled that a piece of me
Was still pure and unscarred.
I'd smiled at fate, but she frowned back
And turned her little knife
And Eros shot black arrows
At a nearly wasted life,
But now although beleaguered
And downtrod, I face the test
And I'll stand and wish you happy
As I give you all the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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