Old Poem by marie burton
Old
75 he sits in the park
He feeds the birds says hello to passers bye
But no one stops to look him in the eye
With ageing bones and a broken dialog, he'll
Be back tomorrow sitting in the park
Written by M Burton
Wednesday, March 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age,loneliness
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5/10/2024 6:45:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A broken dialog; with the passage of time. Nice piece of work.