![]() As We Grow OlderA Poem by David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)![]() Title says it all![]() The feet shuffle a bit now
And the hands tremble relentlessly But the mind is still sharp Tho’ wanders off on it’s own Now and then Before returning quickly To where it left off… Glasses are thicker, as is the waist And It seems one’s throat Always needs clearing Thoughts still focus on the present And on the future, while dwelling Disproportionately In memories and melancholy And conscience and reflection Become a cape ‘neath Which to hide © 2013 David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic) |
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2 Reviews Added on March 17, 2013 Last Updated on March 17, 2013 Author![]() David O Whalen (O Haolin in Celtic)Las Vegas, NVAboutBorn in Kentucky, teen years in Loveland Ohio, old in age, young in mind, I'm not human, I don't believe in religion, love. faith or trust, I do believe in: lil' kids, ol' dogs, leprechauns, and water.. more..Writing
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