Old BaldyA Poem by Clyde GraukeA humorous take on aging.
I used to know a knoll,
Well covered with growth
And brown in the sun.
But time and the elements
Have passed across its face
Leaving a white and bald,
Scraggly dome.
A change I seldom notice
Except when I pause
To look in the mirror.
© 2009 Clyde Grauke |
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2 Reviews Added on March 23, 2009 AuthorClyde GraukeGarland, TXAboutI am a digital artist and writer. I write poetry and flash nonfiction short stories. I am retired. more..Writing
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