jerome moore


Like An Old Friend - Poem by jerome moore

Spring Returns like and old friend
Home from war.
He carries on the same as ever
only he is colder and cries more often.

Home from the war
But hardly finished
Never finished so long as there is life to grow
and cycle wars will be fought.

Summer has returned like that old traveling salesman.
Traveling east to west

Toeless Boots
No clouds float around his head
Hazy day dream
He has a bad back and charred perspective and shivers in autumnal dread
and by winter he'll be buried in his steel coffin.

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Comments about Like An Old Friend by jerome moore

  • Silver Star - 3,249 Points Pradip Chattopadhyay (8/17/2013 3:24:00 AM)

    superb imageries in this poem, a great write about the cycle of seasons! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 21, 2013


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