You played me like a slinky
Stretching my coils back and forth…
Knowing I would always spring back.
But now the time has come.
I’ve been stretched to the limit;
No longer do I have that smooth flow…
Always a perfect fit from hand to hand.
Instead, I am pulled out of shape…
Hung out to bounce in the wind.
Still a little spring left in me;
But, I will never be the same.
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
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