Golden Years Poem by vince gullaci

Golden Years



In airtight bunkers
where you don't see
sparrows or flies
we live our final years
staring blankly
at large screen tvs.

Saturday, November 17, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Time Traveler 17 November 2018

So true, and half the time we're not really paying attention to what we are watching.

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Vince Gullaci 20 November 2018

Great comment Time Traveler, thanking you with best wishes, Vince.

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