I Shall Be Old Poem by rich soos

I Shall Be Old



when winter comes it will
imprint its forgotten wrinkled face
lengthening the future
in silence

the birds have all flown south

I chose not to watch



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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