The Inevitable Poem by Melvina Germain
The Inevitable
Life is a bitch, when old age draws nigh.
Young people fear you coming by.
One feels like a pencil without its lead.
Ahh but soon thy will be dead.
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: July 9/2010
Monday, June 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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4/26/2024 8:59:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
One feels like a pencil without its lead. Yes! That is the truth with old age; but, the young forget that, they will gorw old one day. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.