Old LionA Poem by spoilsmemory and realityOld Lion the blood of an old lion still burns hot as the youngest stalking male=s.
remembered conflicts are no less real, shut behind memory=s closing door
his pride now, is a feeling not a family. Even alone, he feels no emptiness.
living in the reality of his dreams, waiting to snarl in the face of death. © 2022 spoils |
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Added on January 26, 2022 Last Updated on January 26, 2022 AuthorspoilsCleveland, OHAboutI'm a retired psychologist who has observed the human condition for all my 75 years and still wonder at it. I write stories and poems that struggle with that wonder. more..Writing
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