I don't know why I kept it <br />or at least for some reason <br />I like to say that. <br />Of course I do. <br />An old sticking plaster <br />no longer sticky, <br />used, of no use? <br />On the side that faces in, <br />my blood, <br />where she had scratched my hand <br />(unintentionally?) <br />when we fought. <br />And on the side that faces out, <br />a child's sticker, <br />(Thomas the tank engine) <br />prized and valuable. <br />Whether or not to put it in the bin?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-wound/
