Juvenile Years Poem by Dennis Go

Juvenile Years



Mom used to make me
Dry loaf of bread
In my rusted tin box,
Water,
To ease me the drought
Of schooling.

My age drew back
Decomposing tears.
Too late now
For nursery rhymes.

Saturday, December 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: mom
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Dennis Go

Dennis Go

Manila, Philippines
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