Nothing

Nothing

It’s all I have to offer.

Not a penny for the man

shaking his cup,

or the quick quips that lift a smile.

A child’s dream runs by

and shrivels into a walker.

Gray is what I see.

I provide a blandness

that is passive and lame.

All because North, South, East, West,

converted into each other

and left me stranded.

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