Old Words
Isn’t it pedestrian, to get ill
And find a remedy in walking
Walk treats much better than a pill
No one disturbs your silent talking
As in the twilight room gets blurred
Just for a moment it comes clear:
You do remember those old words
But then again, they disappear.
Copyright © Gregory Colodub | Year Posted 2024
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