Old

Old

A Poem by John Sullivan

day light


day break


time has its plans


the fucked up snowman


every day the earth it turns


and all the clouds pass by


empty words will be buried in the urn


and I'm not ugly 


when I'm lying


the icicle heart


the over-eager start


there was a joke once told


and I know it very well


When I was first I was last


and the last falls away at the first


newsprint ink slashed across the page


and it's all I've got to sell

© 2024 John Sullivan


Author's Note

John Sullivan
Reworked. I think my meaning may have been misinterpreted...

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Isn’t being Old the best thing to be ? Love you work

Posted 1 Month Ago


and I'm not ugly
when I'm lying

this captures me!
certainly there are more like me out there
i'm old in the way
it's OK i really don't care
it has taken long-time to get here
there is much time to enjoy
thanks!


Posted 4 Months Ago


John Sullivan

4 Months Ago

Cheers Keith. I'm getting old too. Sneaks up on ya, doesn't it?
well for me...I see an obituary...the last falls away first...
and like snowman...we all melt and collapse one day...
dust we begin and dust we return...
We sell what life we have had and I wonder if there is any profit in it.
j.

Posted 5 Months Ago


Wow this is so cool
Love it

Posted 5 Months Ago


John Sullivan

5 Months Ago

Thanks Ms. Julie! Complicated thoughts.

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