Usually I talk after the poem, but I am doing before today. ;p I was looking through old writings of mine from high school. I found two old poems I wrote for a class. I thought I would share them with you. enjoy :) ~T
Old age bitterly falls
falls into my bones, into my skin
skin droops and wrinkles and is tanned
tanned as a young Californian, happy in the sun
sun shines through the windows of my dreary, dark room
room for my children, my grandchildren, to run and play
play an old hymn on the organ at church
church is where I congregate among my friends
friends grow old... I grow old.
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