Self Improvement Poetry posted July 22, 2014


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A free style poem

Old age

by robina1978

Who suddenly realises that he does not
smell her coat anymore, the shine
of her hair not sees anymore, how small
her hands, hesitant her mouth.

He knows: we can only grow
old, each on its own.

Dying because of increasing thirst,
live with less and less water.




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