Was I just a teacher to her Sometimes I must wonder Remembering the calls Where I was just a reference Some large musty book upon a shelf Brought down to answer questions Maybe check the bindings Apply a bit of gaffer's tape Slip me back into the dust What pages do I have What questions have been asked Whether to make career leaps What makes a gift too cheap How to make a woman scream With a simple waving hand Strategies for family harmony With battle plans and plots Dealing with co-workers Building better serving 'bots Bound in my old cloth and cardboard I'm back upon the shelf for good My paper heart's conflicted on that Not knowing whether it was real Or whether she was just book-ending I'm not being used, at least But alas, I'm not being used.
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