Theie Bones Are Words
Old men cry a lot, sigh a lot,
write too much poetry.
Their bones are words
that scaffold an undying love
of all the sorrows
that they would die for
again and again,
and they do
though they smile as they die to them,
for the past brings no regrets,
just generations of children
and poetry,
just enough poetry,
just enough smiles.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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