Poetry Friday - Great Oz

You are not, nor were meant to be, Great Oz.On such a scale, of course, you count for nothing.Still it must mean something that becauseof you I've known such sorrow and self-loathing.Years will pass, of course they will erasethe pain somewhat. Of course. No doubtin time I'll lose the memory of your face.It's not a thing I care to do without,but time goes on. You'll dwindle till you're small,