Poem Of A Dying Old King Poem by Tinashe Mupedzapasi
Poem Of A Dying Old King
Surely age is cruel
Who new a woman would rule my house
Rats would even squeak at me boldly
And my voice would not scare them anymore
Strangers and neighbors are fighting over my throne
Ears wide open for the news of my death
Who knew my fall would be so deep
And who will remember the days of my strength
Surely age is cruel
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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4/18/2024 11:34:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
good writing Tinashe. I really enjoy your poems