A Sentimental Song
When old and not able, feeling so cold.
Junk, no longer part of the human fold.
Whence did the gold value of you vanish?
And to what dark place shall you be banished?
Of course, this won’t happen to you,
Living in your dreamy, denial zoo!
7-5-2022
~5~
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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