Tissues Poem by Randy McClave

Tissues



Everyone they have their issues
That is why we all carry tissues.
They are in our visors or in our purse
Or on a bedroom table ready to disperse.
They are ready to wipe away a tear
Or to remove makeup, so it won’t adhere.
To catch a cold or to clean a nose
And sometimes to clean the clothes.
To us they are a great moral support
They become our thoughts and our consort.
Sometimes all we need is just a good blow
Then with our life, we continue to go.

Randy L. McClave

Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: clean,cry,sadness,tears
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Randy McClave

Randy McClave

Ashland, Kentucky
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