Old Poem by Larry Houston
Old
the clock is loud
as it ticks in the hall
I notice dust on the tables
and I stopped doing drugs
we never talk anymore
I sit in my chair
looking through dirty windows
at the weeds in the yard
the vines tangled in bushes
wish that I cared
she stands at the sink her hands red and cracked
swears under her breath
washing the dishes
and the old cat wanders from room to room
The caption of the poem does justice to the text. The last line is a perfect finish line.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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1/15/2026 2:42:53 AM # 1.0.0
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Larry H. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks