Another Day, Another Dolor
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
Poetry goes for a song--like used cars always underpriced
What old tune? Who you kidding?
Old age begins too soon.
Humbled, we begin to mumble
And know we will not heal.
How you feel? No cure
For age can long endure.
Love the young. Noisily
Off-key, in no new
Harmony, they outlive you.
Who can sing along?
Old age begins too soon.
Humbled, we begin to mumble
And know we will not heal.
How you feel? No cure
For age can long endure.
Love the young. Noisily
Off-key, in no new
Harmony, they outlive you.
Who can sing along?
Archives
July 2005 August 2005 September 2005 October 2005 November 2005 January 2006 April 2006 May 2006 January 2007 July 2007 February 2008 April 2008 May 2008 February 2009 March 2009 November 2009 December 2009 November 2012 January 2014
