a wrinkled, athritic
shaking hands,
reached for a life
that had just begun,
though dimmed by
the adventures of time,
wisdom could be seen
in those dull greying eyes,
a toothless grin flashed
the joy of a new life,
a soft chuckle escapes
from the old sickly cage,
a dusk is ending but
a new dawn begins.
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Poems Under The Moon
Poetry"There's a breath of story in every roaming being, there's a touch of life even in small things. There is art in every form." My poems are all about the moons, suns and stars. About life, struggles and distant memories of the past. I will be updati...
