Olde Poet Poem by Toby Twigg
Olde Poet
My body has turned to Winter now
Though I still think it's Spring
The wisdom I have acquired now
Has become a dusty thing
Memories no longer found when trying now
They come and go on blackbird wings
My passions are all brash and bravado now
Having lost my bite and lost my sting
But that which bothers me most now
Is the inability to balance and rhyme this darned poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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