Wo kommen Sie denn her?A Poem by Laura LynnWhere you guys come from, hey?Hand me the doves' message, ones of my age, Everyone gets old, let me not ask for but give me this work Rakes and leaf blowers. Cave canem, we shudder. Old age & younger partnerships, working in tandem. Monsoons, Mumford, Mumbai...what is positive. Matter at hand, more; a frailty thy name is woman Even so, the young ones loved chicken, Non-commissioned officer me, you did not look, young couples or a man or women falling in love with a new fabric that they keep © 2014 Laura LynnAuthor's Note
|
Stats
88 Views
Added on November 19, 2014 Last Updated on November 19, 2014 Tags: Subversion, old age, sense of guilt AuthorLaura LynnFairfax, VAAboutI like writing. I don't know what else to say. This has been a great website to share works in progress, some which I have abandoned some which I loose to myself and enjoy writing most of all. It'.. more..Writing
|