The Old Poetess:
Her desk was now covered with age from all the years of writing
the page
Her face has withered over time, but yet she has shared her feelings in words of rhyme
She once was young with flowing silky hair
Writing words that others wouldn’t dare
The years of youth have passed her bye
But yet she continued to write with a heavy sigh
Her poetry has brought hope, tears, smiles and fears
For in her times of writing she has cried many bitter sweet tears
The empty page before her is covered with age
And today she writes with a shaky hand
For she too is covered with emptiness and age
Her face has withered over time, but yet she has shared her feelings in words of rhyme
She once was young with flowing silky hair
Writing words that others wouldn’t dare
The years of youth have passed her bye
But yet she continued to write with a heavy sigh
Her poetry has brought hope, tears, smiles and fears
For in her times of writing she has cried many bitter sweet tears
The empty page before her is covered with age
And today she writes with a shaky hand
For she too is covered with emptiness and age
© 2019 Dale Warren
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