Sunset Surrenderings Poem by Panagiota Romios
Sunset Surrenderings
When the sun goes down
we shiver, it's cold!
Stop complaining, you look so old!
Inside, don a warm sweater.
Ah, yes! So much better!
Now light the fireplace!
Warm my chilled hands.
My lips.
Glow!
November 16,2019
A very graceful write about sunset and growing old, a nostalgic reminder of when as youths we dared the cold. But despite all the years, you still find love by your fireside.10+
How poetic a comment....indeed love is still there...though the years have gone. Many thanks for the 10 rating. Be happy today. Panagiota
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5/8/2024 3:27:55 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nice poem, Panagiota! The reason I look old is because I AM old!
Hi Kim...ok... Thank you.....Panagiota
Ok, I get it! Thanks, Kim. Panagiota