When you grow tired and weary.
When the grey hairs show themselves and the books on the shelves start collecting dust and the pipes on your old house start to rust and when taking medicine becomes a must-
Just sit back.
Look at the stars and watch the sky change color before your very eyes and do all of that without a care in the world because you've lived your life to the fullest and I know that the words I may be saying, I shouldn't-
But listen to me. You're not old and brittle. You haven't become bitter and your head is still clear.
All I'm saying, my dear, is that you don't have a care in the world anymore because in due time, you'll become part of the world.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.
