Barry Middleton


The Rhyme - Poem by Barry Middleton

old men walk slowly
so I have time to see

to study the silver sun
as it burns the golden sea

old men walk slowly
so I have time to think

another spring is coming
a heron stops to drink

old men walk slowly
the raintree sets its leaves

and I have time to wonder
for stars are on the breeze

old men walk slowly
the rhythm of my time

and stopping at my bench
I try to find the rhyme

Topic(s) of this poem: aging


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 22, 2015



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