Maybe 17
Sixteen…
Almost 100.
Might as well be one.
But either way you have won.
And so have we.
Too old for death to be dangerous.
Too sad for death to be restful.
Sixteen…
Seventeen is waiting for you.
Just as we are waiting with you.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
