He Is Old And Aging Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

The aging stalker had the nerve to create
A bogus account to give vent to his hate.
That control freak who dictates his views
Dementia is the reason, that's old news.

I've met his kind, who pretend to write,
Conceit feeds their ego's vain appetite.
They critique a poem with a personal attack-
It's a waste of time to give a reply back.

The fact that he is so old makes me patient.
He has a few years to live and that's imminent.
Though he follows my writing just to annoy,
I will write what is true, he can't rob my joy.

In this life I would rather speak out the truth,
Rather than close my eyes and let evil bear fruit.
When I face my Master, surely I've done my part
To declare what God has written before I depart.





Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~05.02.20