Oldest of ManA Poem by Drama Child
Oldest of Man Wrinkled layers, upon the wisest Extremist of memories, mightiest in crisis. Repetition in blessings, but skate Ethical to ice lessons. Yet, preach too tender, to only grow more aggressive. Age, how it lies, with swift evacuation. Harpoon the angel, dance with death’s devastation. Not yet, dear loved one, time still dances on land. I’ll meet my maker, as the oldest of man. © 2016 Drama ChildAuthor's Note
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Added on October 12, 2016 Last Updated on October 12, 2016 AuthorDrama ChildNYAboutAuthor of Drama Child: Emotion In Rhyme, released Nov. 2016. Check it out at: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1461055806/ref=cm_sw_r_tw_awdo_x_c8Uqyb84EG6JK#immersive-view_1483310542738 Follow me on .. more..Writing
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