Nothing So Sad. Poem by Peter Vealey
Nothing So Sad.
Nothing so sad
Nothing as bad as wild prancing,
Enfeebled by age and booze
Followed inexorably by,
On a Friday foray,
Sliding down,
Cold, old adventures in the dark.
Watched as always by the
Sterile, sneering turkeys in type.
Monday, May 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: routine
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
As above, bad habits, a lack of kindness.
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