i am like an old fool with a pistol aiming to his head who says like he used to say to his kids: you'll understand it later and I too


an old fool

as the time
is aging ourselves
we become more
and more pathetic heroes
relegated into the corner
of the room just to
be busy with the grand children
I can rather well talk myself about that
because I've seen it more than
I have lived it
without anger and bad feelings




Poetry by alarian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-03-25 at 04:33

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