niquan mitchell


Old - Poem by niquan mitchell

barely can walk
barely can talk
got to swallow pills
can't eat pork

can't run around
stuck in a wheelchair
can't go through the door
can't go up the stairs

light voice
can't go out in the cold
can't have fun
can't swing on the poles

life is hard
like a glass bowl
i rather be old
then get old


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 5, 2011


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