Poetic Compost

If I leave it, I can retrieve it

I can even pretend it’ll disappear

But if I rip it, shred it away

Then you will never know it was here

In this moment of now

 I really don’t care

If you’ll ever see it again

Perhaps I may regret it

But I cannot fathom when

Some things He created

Are to exist for all time

Yet some are limited to time and space

Like this paper and my rhyme

Sometimes we confuse

What to treasure and what to dispose

We hold on to things that will not last

But dear treasures we let go

But either way, it’ll come and go

And if it’s really meant to be

Then I’ll write again, again and again

Until it’s a treasure to me

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written 2007