A spider marking time.
Casting a net of rhymes.
Building upon our lives.
Music of a solemn fife.
Woman's anguish of youth.
Crying memory, brings disputes.
Old man watching along.
Decayed words of songs.
Spider cocoons it's catch.
Lid down, the coffin latch.
5/15/09 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
really sad this body should age..we have to be prepared for the catch
there is the otherside to futility of old age.the years of happy, happenings, experiences of life all add.up to our state of mind.your poem ofcourse speaks of eternal truth! from dust.........to dust we shall go.good write
Fantastic poetic touch down with toppings of irony...! Ten++ niv
The more I read it, the more I like it. Catchy and succinct. My kind of writing..(smile)
Skillful writing Joe. It has a great flow and a surprise and extremely effective ending. 10 love Karin
Splendid! Vivid! ! Lucid! ! ! A big hand Joe, with smiling ten dr. sakti
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an enjoyable write........of old age.......we have to accept........thank you for your kind sharing.....