Decay Poem by Christopher Tye

Decay



Decay

Fresh paint job,
Can't hide what's underneath,
Old wood decaying.

By Christopher Tye

Saturday, March 4, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,time
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Christopher Tye

Christopher Tye

Lincolnshire, England
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