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Trophy

We can sabotage the future by being too stuck in the past.

I don’t want to be
A notch on someone’s pistol,
Or a trophy on the wall –
I have to feel I’m needed,
Or I’m needed not at all.
My heart is not for show and tell –
It’s love it wants to share –
But not to be held up for sport,
Then discarded without care.
I can’t be just a plaything
To fill the emptiness;
And then cast aside as something
That isn’t even missed.
I don’t want to be a souvenir
In someone’s mem’ry hall;
Or a notch on someone’s pistol,
Or a trophy on the wall.
┬ęBRW 1987 – 2012

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