The Old Age

Sitting in the lawn with unappreciative surround Of the various shades of green that bound around Reflecting their vacant thoughts of God knows what within the mind frame. Their pain, their agony of sullen loneliness In this ripe age of less mobility and solitude.


The Torn Photograph

A rare queasy sentiment! Emerged from under four chambers Of my heart, When twisted and somewhat curled I found, That piece of an old photograph.