I was a gate
on a path with no fences
either side,
A strange anomaly,
Anachronistic ? perhaps a little,
A small inconvenience to some,
A bloody useless eyesore to others.
Get rid ! they cried.
Others just smiled and leaned a while,
Chatting o'er my top to friends.
I had a kind of function for them.
People think gates have no feelings,
But between me, you and the well-chafed post -
They do.
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