Tis Too Foggy and Cold
And as I grow old, don’t think I am not reminded!
Nor told with joy, “hey, your brain is so “lop-sided?”
How I howl,at their uninformed pride and scorn!
As I see each of them, get older each morn!
I think of the old ones,dead in the streets of Ukrania.
As hungry dogs eat their feet with dog-mania.
Are younger humans any different than they?
Destroying the old, by words they say?
3/8/202
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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