Old Age Poem by RIC BASTASA

Old Age

Rating: 5.0


old age as imagined
must be as graceful as the
gray hair glistening to the
sunset dissolving on the
blackness of the horizon
slowly, gently, carefully
gliding, fading
and with the slightest
closing of the
silent sigh, like a
glimmer
a single ripple
turning into a silk
bandanna.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
RIC BASTASA

RIC BASTASA

Philippines
Close
Error Success