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!
Wednesday, February 24, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: old,hair,moon,running
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