What to offer? by: Dean P. Remy

I see your sadness

Pain on your face

Pulse I feel through the walls

No words are offered

Random thought like rain they fall

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Wear your wardrobe

Walk your hallways

Concrete bed on which to lay

Freedom's fancy

Loving no one

Never here allowed to stay

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Hand outstretched,

Pretend to notice

I dare not meet eye to glare

An empty cup

I offer you

It's something that we both share

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Possess no answers

Can offer no joy

Cannot give you what I don't have

Smugly dressed

I pass on by

While you model your rags

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What have I

To offer you

Besides my empty life

You're better off

The way you are

Then I pretend to be like

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Feast on the fact

That you are content

With a pair of unmatched shoes

What have I

To offer you

When I am empty too

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What have I to offer you...?

What have I to offer...?

What have I too...?

What have I...?