to give. It wasn't
his gold sun shining on blades
of grass. It wasn't his bridge

of rope to pass. It wasn't his
star for kings to follow. It wasn't
his today tomorrow. It wasn't his

moonlight jade. It wasn't his
cloud. So, it wasn't his shade.
It wasn’t his bread and butter.

It wasn’t his
***** or putter. She wasn’t his
to hand to another.