Infirmary Isle Poem by michael Smajda

Infirmary Isle



Faces littered with wrinkles,
Their bodies, bedfast, in rage,
Minds thriving on solitude,
They've been exiled to old age.

Sunday, March 8, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: solitude
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