Everyday Getting Older Poem by Mohamed Shereef Porali

Everyday Getting Older



LAST NIGHT I HAD MY BREAD
IM ON THE BED
WAITING LIKE A BLIND!

IM THE FATHER OF 5
5 OF THEM ARE BUSY
BUSY FOR THE BEST!

I FLYED HIGH LIKE A BIRD
GIVEN THEM THE BEST!
BUT STILL - THEY ARE BUSY FOR THE BEST!


THINK WHAT IS NEXT
5 MORE BED IS THE NEXT END
EVERYDAY IM (YOU) GETTING OLDER!
OLDER IS THE END


-(Porali Babukka)

Everyday Getting Older
Sunday, December 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: age,father,human,lonely,mother
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