a drifter on the street
holding a begging bowl
of unfulfilled dreams
a drifter on the street
holding a begging bowl
of unfulfilled dreams
old age brings on one fear
the phobia of separation not death
thank god the soul lives on
cold wintry night
a small dog on the sidewalk
shivering in the chill
buying blankets
looking for abandoned animals
waiting to cover them
I miss that ache
in the depths of my heart
when we were in love
looking in the mirror
oh! are those frown lines?
but no botox for me
in the dark alley
the cat lurched forward
but the mouse ran away
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the wrinkles
memories of the glorious past
adding elegance to age
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with no plan in mind
he carefully lifted her veil
he could see his future
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