The Coming Days Poem by Matthew Holloway
The Coming Days
So this is it
Silent rooms
An empty bed
The final years passing
In loneliness and loveless
Old age approaches
In such solitude
The king of self destruction
I mourn my crown
And curse myself
The bed I made
And must lie within
Alone forever
So it seems
Feelings of an old man touched the heart of another old man. A very impressive poem!
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5/2/2024 4:36:09 AM # 1.0.0.1119
An unavoidable stage of life. Significant poem......10+++++