Poem – My Gloves

Whether black or red or green
My gloves shall remain clean
The danger of my presence
Is another great illusion
I remain kind

And my youth
Oh my youth
Is gone
And left me high and dry
But I have nothing to prove
Unless I want to
But it enables me
To do as I please

Stop saving me from myself
Stop breaking my heart
My choices are still mine
And I may succumb to temptations
If I Choose so

I’m not afraid of loneliness
Nor of isolation
Will you give me pleasure
And some presence and relief
I Will so

The danger of my presence
Is another great illusion
My gloves shall remain clean

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