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Aging…

08 May

Aging in a Cage…

Crazy old fool moving back and forth, rockers on the chair worn, staring through tattered curtains; windows with bars.

Obscure old fool your seasons are gone; you have no more mountains to climb; hours, days months reliving the rags of time.

Once respected, mind strong, now all day you rock away; aging in an asylum cage declining senses, your fingers cannot hold a pin or brush.

The poems in the mind have no paper, no canvas for images of color, and within your own sphere you know longer care.

©2014.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

http://www.amazon.com/Reflections-Poetry-Ann-Johnson-Murphree/dp/1500168645/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8

 
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Posted by on May 8, 2015 in Poetry

 

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2 responses to “Aging…

  1. calensariel

    May 9, 2015 at 3:40 am

    That’s a sad poem…

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    • elizabeth ann johnson-murphree

      May 9, 2015 at 7:16 am

      As you know by now, my writing comes from a sad and lonely place. This could be the reason for lack of sales for the books. Yet, within them can be found my life, a pinch of this and that. Have a great weekend. Ann

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