The Old Rustic Gate (Acrostic) Poem by Martin Moore

Timbers gapped like old seafaring gobs
Hinges hang loose like old breeches
Ending your days as a thingamabob

Outdated and falling to pieces
Leaning and bending in weather conflate
Deteriorated and rotten

Rickety, ramshackle, rustic old gate
Unkempt, decrepit, forgotten
Shaken from times irrepressible force
Tattered and delapidated
Inactive and lacking in grace or remorse
Crumbling, windblown and aged

Gnarled like the features of mountainy men
A sad reflection, unsightly
Thus, you and I are equal, old friend
Ending our lives so contritely.