Toothless, bald, wrinkled skin
uncouth, unacceptable, decommissioned
sagging gut, a double chin,
a relic reconditioned
Eyes where invisible raindrops fall,
a silent tongue not loud,
patience over coals to crawl,
smile of a rainbow behind a soft cloud
Rotting carcass, rusting wreck,
busted supports, pipes leaking,
broken starter, what the heck,
through skin, odor of old mold reeking
Inside, tranquil, eye of a storm,
the calm of a summer day,
under a blanket of snow, by the hearth warm,
oblivious of rot and decay
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Author:
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Offline) - Published: April 23rd, 2024 04:03
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Ahh, so you know how KP will look in 40 years time. No make it 4 years, years time! lol. Can't tell with the botox on.
Thanks Orchi for the read and comment hope that she looks better than that.
I'd be offended if it wasn't so close to the truth, Soren. Conclusion redeeming.
Thanks Dave it is true, I was talking about me. Appreciate the read and comment.
Fabulous loved your last stanza, palpitations reading this. 🌹
Thank you Teddy your remarks are always so welcome.
That tranquility can be within us all soren.
Andy
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