In The Old Days Poem by nimal dunuhinga
In The Old Days
I run fast
Faster than a tortoise.
I dive in the sea
Close to the shore.
I climb mountains
Like an ant.
Now I am old
Older than a Museum.
But I run fast
Faster than a run away horse.
I dive in the sea
Somewhere in the bottomless.
I climb the mountains
Like a Mountaineer.
Oh! This old age like a Ghost
And I know the fruitless journey is short
Yes, shorter than a dwarf.
* To my poor dearest Mom! Please send me your domicile.
Very wistful and nostalgic. Great use of metaphor and simile. Your mother represents home to you. Memorable write. 10'10. Warmest regards, Sandra
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5/9/2024 6:06:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Angst penned with a sigh and some clever, creaky images. I love your 'old ant' climbing the hill. Dear Nimal - the reader feels the pain of your homesickness. You communicate very well indeed. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥