In His Day He Was The Handsomest Youth Poem by Elia Michael

In His Day He Was The Handsomest Youth



An old man sits creating tobacco haze
Smoking and remembering his youthful days
Smiling because he was once a leventis
Now he's ugly and is non compos mentis

Sunday, January 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: old
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Elia Michael

Elia Michael

Xylophagou, Larnaka, Cyprus
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