Old Ways Poem by Sarah Sisson

I crumble right now in an old fashioned way.
I reek of the old days. I've gone quite astray...

...from the recklessness, unreasonable useless...
...demeanor. I blow all away with a kiss.

My fashion is fancy I turn quiet, so.
I must gamble life. I must do that to grow.

A leaf from a tree that has died on a whim....
...and death isn't pretty, that death has no grin.

But I will abolish the sins that are mine.
The sin and the goodness I sever...unwind.

Copyright 12-30-2008©® Sarah Sisson