Caged Time Poem by Michael Gale
Caged Time
As the winds of time sweep across my shores,
Wrinkles and age seep into all pores.
Hands of clocks creep faster and faster,
Accompanied by illness, a cancerous disaster.
Of these that, they do attack,
My body's resistant, I thee lack.
As crumbs do assuredly fall from the table,
Aches and pain make life unstable.
Children send parents to rest homes, for the
ag-ed,
Like animals in a zoo,
All restless and Cag-ed!
2005 Michael Jeffrey Gale
micheal I can deal with this poem quite well becuse I am a housekeeper at a daycenter for the elderly., they are not caged. they come there every day, picked up by trained people on a mini bus just so they can get out for the day. I love the poem it has great depth to one that deeply understands cheers Sylvie
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5/5/2024 12:26:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
SO VERY SAD, BUT IN ITS OWN WAY, ITS THAT CIRCLE OF LIFE THEORY...ETHEREALLY, ASHES & DUST...AETHEREALLY, WE COME IN AS A CHILD...AND LEAVE AS ONE, AS IN CASES LIKE YOU SO ELEQUENTLY WRITE ABOUT HERE...A DOSE OF SOBERMENT FOR THE SOUL, MIKE....AND A TEN FOR A WELL CRAFT OF LIT.! '''''''''''''''''FRANK