I was twelve when I first saw the ashes
Leavings from the burning fire I had been told to tend
And they have only spread since then
Each glance showing more as the fires cool
And I have not been feeding them as once I did
Having burned my hands badly by reaching in
Unable to manage the brand as needed done
If those flames were to yet warm me
Feed my family
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