Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Wintery Whiskers. - Poem by Michael Gale

The Wintery whiskers askewd to face...
Provides real warmth during Winter's frozen grace.

These hairs disguise to old...
Grayly lit, not be bold.

Age'd days in years survived...
Wisdom's rays, are mine, surmised.

Chances taken...
Many choices, mostly-mistaken.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 5, 2010



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