Upon the ground
I found a thing
Without purpose
Or place in this world
Or any other
And in me welled
Up a deep sadness
For how horrible
A fate as to be
Placeless in
Space and time
A life truly without purpose
And without a moments
Respite for fellow friend.
But, I, being human
To save myself
This same unenviable fate
Placed the thing
Back where I had found it
And hurried away,
Lest I lose my purpose
By association
And become placeless too
True, we would then be two of a kind
And could share our troubles in the way
Misery loves,
So charitable a person
Is rare.
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