Soul Survivor Poem by michael Smajda
Soul Survivor
Rating: ★5.0
I traded in my cane
For a permanent walker.
Had more teeth extracted,
Now, I'm not a very good talker.
My mind is ever forgetful.
My hands are a shaky mess.
My ears only hear what I think.
Myself, I can't even dress.
My body parts are worn out.
The only thing good left in me
Is the soul I was born with
Which neither of us can see.
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4/18/2024 7:10:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A well composed astounding poem. Simply excellent....10+++