Those cold shoulders bearing chips of old.
Unable to let go,
Of a shown molding fixed to grips...
They stubbornly hold.
Stay stuck in ruts refusing to give up,
A thick frost remaining frozen...
In their minds to a time,
Left behind by others.
To have long gone and done to thaw.
Leaving jaws once tightened,
Capable to address...
Saturday, January 12, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: experience