Colm WJ Mccormack

Colm WJ Mccormack Poems

The Best Poem Of Colm WJ Mccormack

Gold

My body is my chest, and my memories are my treasure.
Many trinkets have rusted, perished and decayed from bad weather.
But among the frail steel, there are pieces of gold. That'll always glisten and never corrode. At times they seem tarnished, old and obsolete. But layer under layer the colour, they keep.

Colm WJ Mccormack Comments

Colm WJ Mccormack Popularity

Colm WJ Mccormack Popularity

Close
Error Success