Me at 67 Years Old

Me at 67 Years Old

A Poem by Subversive Reality

Top hat donned,

Fine cut dishevelled suit tailored
Once dapper, now slack
And dusted with city soot

Long grey wiry hair,
Lopsided smile and vocal stammer
Bumbling and stumbling
Not drunk, just clumsy

An eccentric old man,
You might say certain,
Strange in every way
Possible by his own admission

But kind and gentle,
Still strange,
Not mentally unsound,
But getting there

© 2013 Subversive Reality


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A splendid read and write ...Thank you for penning...:)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Subversive Reality

11 Years Ago

Thanks for the review Sami, I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Sami Khalil

11 Years Ago

You are welcome...:)

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Added on September 23, 2013
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Subversive Reality
Subversive Reality

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Hi, I'm a twenty-something bloke from the UK who recently started writing (January 2013). I decided to start writing to allow myself an additional way to channel my emotions, as I have been through so.. more..

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