Rooney Poem by Andrew Horsey

Grumpy, death I think I can conquer
life to me is already defined
90 years wisdom does it make?
frank, poinent, disturbing

get over the relavance of yourself
forget the mantra within
tiptoe, sometimes
wait, stomp

final in the relm of wisdom
the fruit we expect is now gone
calmness on a sunday
spoiled in the eyebrows of few

rank and foe
peace and toil
truth, as I know it
caring to the end.

Thank you
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