Oldage Poem by BOEMS BY JA WIZDUMBs BY JA
Oldage
Rating: ★5.0
Our car, among the classics
Our things, became antique
We, turned into relics
And our friends, befit a clique
Our cottage, now the hermitage
Our home, is a relique
Our life, will be a heritage
And when we talk, it's a critique
What we do, has grown archaic
Our habits, turned oblique
Our thinking, esoteric
But we've, become unique
WIZDUMBs by JA 418
Friday, January 12, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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5/3/2024 11:07:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Among classic things your car is amazing definitely. Cottage has now become the hermitage. Old age provokes thought and needs special care. This is an amazing poem....10