Old Chap Poem by Jonny Brackney
Old Chap
Rating: ★4.5
will there ever
be an end
to this given
ability
to move words around
in my mind
giving them rhythm
and sometimes
meaning
will the poetic thoughts
ever bleed out
will this river
of words
run dry
will i be left alone
with nothing to write
just an old chap
waiting to
die
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4/26/2024 12:09:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The ability will stay and get even better. The old part is debatable. Nice poem. I think I missed this one. S.