Gray Hairs Poem by rich soos

Gray Hairs



there was no time to rightly choreograph
a politely patterned rhyme of years from
the voice of poetry in my orphaned beard


from Parting/Departing (2015)

Wednesday, December 7, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: aging
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rich soos

rich soos

Passaic, NJ USA
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