Immovable Object Poem by michael Smajda

Immovable Object



I'm too old to change places
Or desire any warm embraces.
I'm like a boulder stuck in his ways
To ever, again, roll to relationship craze.

Monday, October 7, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: old, places,change,relationship
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