Friday, July 27, 2018

DWINDLING, a poem




Another classmate has gone
a heavenly call from God
or sickly old age
no big difference
now we are dwindling

Yes we were young once
athletic bodies
and such pretty girls
happy were those days
now we are dwindling

What awaits all of us
a chemicalized corpse
in a concrete box
or scattered ashes
an unfettered soul

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