Poem -
Age
You take me day after day ,
You reminds me of the good old days .
My image is not of which I know ,
My days are so bored .
What vengeance is this ?
I don't understand .
how could you be so cruel to me ?
not looking back to see how far you have taken me .
My skin is worn ,
My fingers are tattered and sore .
My back is bend like the bow of an arrow .
Oh age please stop growing , for I am old enough to watch you sweep me like a broom sweeps the dust .
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Hello Samanta,
Very pretty poem depicting the resposibility of time as it plays its inevitable dance, with its test on the human anatomy. The every day changing o,f not only the mind, body and soul but too, are the many memories we have gained and lost on the way.A road forced to follow, destination never really known, our past is one we can't change, though our todays and tomorrows, while we have them, we need to make them last and last and last....................While they last......
Take care,
Jim
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