Thursday, September 15, 2022

AN ONION, a poem

 

The roaring lion,

the quaking mouse

symbolize countless lives

I have chosen the onion

 

Over the course

of my many years

time has peeled away

the layers of youth,

marriage, and old age

 

All that remains

is the unused core,

the final fragment

of a waning life

 

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