Contemporary Poem Contest
Using choice of freedom and old age
FREEDOM TO FLY In this time that moves so quickly Old age will find me fast So i must hide for a brief moment Beneath warm vellum sheets I must express myself in bitty lines For who has the time, and there is So much to see and learn - i burn Beneath the all-seeing internet “I’s” my fingers are bruised from all the verses tapping hopelessly brittle my nails break off oh but what fun to head for the sun and the moon and stars =O= swinging happily off trees my mouth shaped like the tire that sends me 5/28/2017 Old age and freedom
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