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I'm tired of being
old hat to you.
Remember when
this old hat was new?
You wore me so proud,
tipped me just so.
We were together
wherever you'd go.
In rain or in shine,
we strolled along swell.
If someone dissed me
My how you'd yell!
But you forgot me –
A little, a lot –
and now saying “we”
is something we're not.
It's you, always you,
walking all by yourself,
whether or not
I sit on the shelf.
Oh, you still wear me –
still raise me, too.
It is expected;
all gentlemen do.
But that's all it is,
just part of the show.
Don't bother lying:
You know that I know.
I want it back --
all that we had.
I want it back,
and I want it bad.
It's not just for me;
you need it too.
...
(I keep meaning to write these erudite things -- and I keep making them down-to-the-ground simple. The original title was First Love, as in Revelations -- but I'm not sure that works now, either.)
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