Paper Cuts
Sifting through the confetti,
that decorates my life.
Sorting out sweet melodies
from bitter strife;
so many friends,
so many foes.
How many of each?
Nobody knows.
With what each has bestowed
lays upon a memory rife,
with so many paper cuts
from another type of knife;
so much laughter,
so many tears,
colored confetti in my mind,
getting sharper through the years.
By Jeanne MacGregor Lahn
This poem was written by Jeanne Lahn on Feb 15, 2007.
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