158 - Old

1.9K 81 0
                                        

Honesty's forbidden from where I'm told

About when I could find my pot of gold

It's a haven where love is bought and sold

It's a stone's throw from catching a bad cold

.

In my slumber dreams began to unfold

An echo of tenderness to behold

Got what I deserve for breaking the mold

I guess that's why they say I'm getting old

Poems for Good MeasureWhere stories live. Discover now