Old

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Pearl the deaf parrot

Pearl the partially deaf parrot
Resides at Christinas care home lโ€™m not really sure how this will...

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When I Was Old

When I was old the first time
I rather thought I might
Forever avoid embarrassment
And...

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I knew Nothing At All

I knew Nothing At All

โ€‹โ€‹โ€‹Suddenly I'm awake, my pillow soaking wet, cold damp all around my neck
Desperately trying to...

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Remnants

Remnants

In this field in which I reign
O'er rows of gilded grain
Stoic upon a crucified throne...

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OLD IS GOLD

OLD IS GOLD

Old is gold is a Czech saying which is very true
Although it's also nice to have something new...

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Age

Age

Age is fleeting like snow , she covers the grass and glistens away for a season .
Like all things...

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Old

Old

I live in a council house, on an estate,
and I've been at my window a lot, just of late.
I...

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Adulthood

Adulthood

So this is growing up
Counting tax returns instead of stars
Draining wallets, not crayon...

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Forgotten

Forgotten

First light.
Brew tea.
Long days.
Lonely.
Window.
Watch life.
No...

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Otherwise

Otherwise

New words might weaken me
A tale that I am writing since time ago
Englishman looks for...

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Seems Like Yesterday

Seems Like Yesterday

Inspired by the song, โ€œYesterday When I Was Youngโ€, by Roy Clark

They flew by so very quickly,...

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LONELY IS THE SHADOW CRYING

I Know that it is here
in the Animal skin crafted loneliness
tempted exits
caution...

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YOU CAN HURT THEIR FEELINGS

YOU CAN HURT THEIR FEELINGS

An old soul has been around for many lifetimes...

They are highly intelligent and more wise than...

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Patina covers everything

Over time I've sat here in my home
And life has come and gone
And time has flown
And...

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Uncle Bob

Uncle Bob
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Corridors of Death

Corridors of Death

Corridors of Death

As I enter the care home
Iโ€™m greeted with that antiseptic smell...

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THE BONE CONJURERS

THE BONE CONJURERS

An early evening shadow crawls lowly sleep
Sending Latin through the air on a cold nocturne
...