brian roy skyers


Golden Oldies. - Poem by brian roy skyers

GOLDEN OLDIES ALL OVER THE WORLD SET OUT EACH DAY FOR A MORNING RUN
FOR SOME IT'S LIFE OR DEATH, OTHERS IT'S A BIT OF FUN
ON ONE HAND IT'S TO MILK AND HERD AND FETCH
ON THE OTHER IT'S TO JOG AND RHYTHMICALLY BREATHE AND STRETCH
MILE AFTER MILE THEY GLEAN AND ALL OVER SPREAD
THE OTHERS COUNT AND RESET AND FLEX AND RESUME ON THEIR ELECTRIC BED
COME NIGHT A GATHERING OF GENERATIONS
LAUGHS AND STORIES EVEN FROM THE GURGLING
IN ANOTHER WORLD, THE SILENCE OF LONELINESS
FLICKING OF CHANNELS TILL THE LONESOME SLEEP ENDS THE MADNESS.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 28, 2012



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