A needle , few threads
An old button criss-cross with grey
A pint of beer, heaps of hay.
Three geese, few swans,
a dozen chickens
A wood fire oven, Grandma's mitten.
An old pot with last nights stew
Seventeen silver spoons
Give or take a few.
Grandma's oval earrings
with a silver glow
Two hands on the clock
far too slow.
A pack of wet cigarettes, wait!
make it two
Sixteen friends and foe
can't say who is who
A year's worth of unpaid bills
and a piece of parchment with my will
Is
My
Legacy.
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Quest for Serotonin
Poetry"Through the Garden of Eden lies the garden of weeds..." An amalgamation of rhythmic thoughts intended to provoke the reader to think about the greater questions in life. Questions that ever so often keep us awake at night. Questions that deserve a...
