The Slowcoach Poem by nimal dunuhinga

The Slowcoach

Rating: 5.0


In the amazing land of opportunity,
I am really frustrated.
Because this endless Marathon in the sludge.
Oh! This sluggish limbs never move faster
Like my golden younger days
And I am an old sinker now a light weight
Used to sink with the knotty fishing line in the deep Ocean.
I still remember my poor Mom's an old saying; ' When an old person dies, a library is lost.'

* If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous.
He will not bite you.This is the principal difference between a dog and a man.
-Mark Twain

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 12 July 2008

I love your title. True poetry is ageless. Excellent write, Nimal. Always your friend, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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