William F Glennon
Cry For Help - Poem by William F Glennon
The beautiful shade of gray hair shows her age.
Her psyche lives alone in a cage.
My love grows stronger.
Her love grows older.
Her Age has affected her body and soul.
Her hearts strong only she's losing control.
It feels like I am running in place, only I'm too late.
Am I lost in a world of nostalgia and apathy?
I'm shadow boxing with an unknown fate.
I would sell my soul to take back the time we lost.
Age becomes the adversary that catches up fast, and we need to
continue the fight no matter the cost.
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