Old Poem by Leslie Philibert
Old
Rating: ★4.3
Old is the small of lavender,
washed faces, the dust brown
of waxed furniture, bouquets
of veined hands that hide pearls
in indian boxes, alongside cameras
that fled across years, heavy-eyed;
then there is you, the way you change,
you are half of these years, not just
the ebb, but a wave never slight.
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: old,old age
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