old bodies... become small at night, shaken with solitude, swallowed up by the womb. ... Read full text
AT night when I am restless without sleep I often think to much without thinking, really good stuff Mr. Cockrell this old body is still young at heart
A really great poem, a great write.
Delivering Poems Around The World
Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...
12/18/2025 5:56:18 AM # 1.0.0
AT night when I am restless without sleep I often think to much without thinking, really good stuff Mr. Cockrell this old body is still young at heart