An Old 'thing' Poem by Hamid eldood Mahdi

An Old 'thing'



I can read her mind, ‎
And she can read mine! ‎

A lovely psyche in her prime
An old ‘THING' running out of time

The white hair bespeaks ‎
More resistance! ‎
The distance of age ‎
Distances the distance! ‎

Forty, battered by life's cares
A carefree twenty in bloom

Fair as a moon! ‎
An old- a sinking moon! ‎

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