Len Webster's 'Old Age' Poem by Len Webster

Len Webster's 'Old Age'

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Old age is

When the winter is never-ending
And bones groan through
Flesh too solid to shiver

When summer, so late in coming,
Has turned hope and expectations
sour

When spring and autumn are lost,
Banished to the rubbish bin
of past delight.

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