Read My Thousand Poems

my ink is getting old as it
spills like a seventy year
old man sitting on a couch.
I regain my strength each day
and avoid life of being lout.

I'll never say those words again
but I can still recall 
the love and pain.
Read my thousand poems
once more
What a journey it has been.

I used to think that they
weren't called art
No lines, no colors
But it's giving me life.
For life is lifeless
with no anchored words
Read my thousand poems
and you'll never get bored

I'll write while I can
Until I become 
a century old man
For what I can give 
is my wisdom
to people whose vision
is close as mine.

Read my thousand poems
My mind is getting old
But i keep on growing up
like my memories
that were once I just told

LeiStrauss2019
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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