Discovery

There they are at seventy three
They nod away because quite usually
They can't bare to open their eyes and
See this different world.

I try to talk it up
But I sound false
These days.




Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-10-14 at 00:37

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
There's something to be said for resignation and a nice nap, especially on a warm afternoon.
2011-10-15