Button…. A poem

Like a button

Small and round

With four little holes

by which i become bound

You are responsible

For where i am placed

With or without boundary

Will my existence be a waste

At your influence waiting

For the use you see fit

Sewn in that position

Waiting for cotton to split

Fighting and wriggling

With each breath less confined

Hoping to fall free

From the purpose you assigned

I will fall to my freedom

Not to my death

For i am a useful button

I can take another breath.

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