Elderly Poem by James Myers

Elderly



Their voices weak
They use their canes for walking and swatting.
Their skin loose from there body.
They're fragile like a vase
But wiser than I.
Who are these people?
We all know a few.
These people are the elderly.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: people,voices
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