Not Your Trophy Anymore.
October 6, 2008
A poem that’s a little different than most of the others here. But, it is what I was feeling when these words were penned. I hope you find it interesting
Not Your Trophy Anymore
I’m not your trophy anymore.
Not merely an object to feed your ego
nor an instrument to boost damaged esteem.
No longer am I nothing more than your possession,
an amusement to serve your whim.
Now, the tables have turned.
Oh, and you can’t stand it.
I’m not your slave
anymore.
To you, the years are beginning
to not be quite so kind.
And me,
I’m walking away alive and well and still in my prime.
