Untitled 02122014

The poet sits
across the room
and listens,
silent, teary-eyed;

others read
the words
he’d written
in a time
long gone bye.

He hears the words
of tales he’s told
his children
and his peers

And weeps inside
as he looks
toward
his final
golden years.

 


Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used without permission.


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