Glove Lost - Poem by Paul Lierman
I am a warm person generally,
Though I've taken a colder turn of late.
You see, I was just let go from the job which I held for five years only last week.
I'm usually tight-knit with my family,
But recently I've been stretched thin.
I'll admit that I'm worn to boot.
I'm on a quest to find my other half
though whether or not we still fit is anybody's guess.
I'm a bit of a handful, but I'm nice enough if you try me on.
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