I don't want to be selfish

Left to my own devices

I find the lack of devices rather spartan for my taste

Left alone to exist

I am left thinking of the things I used to waste

Left til' the end of the line

I make my decision with haste

The one thing I shouldn't have left

Is the one thing I couldn't bring

You see

Boats don't fit on planes.....



This poem is about: 
Our world


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