The Old Anchorite Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Old Anchorite



Time passes, friend,
Said the old anchorite
Saying
In part his beady psalms

I seized the hand of the
Aged anchorite
And
I kissed that hand of the
Aged anchorite.

‘Bless you, ' said
The old anchorite.
And went.

Sunday, January 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: historical,life,time
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