the window is small
my view of the world
is shrouded, empty and cold
in my tiny room
memories turn to gloom
is this what it means to grow old
i was once a younger man
when i took you by the hand
and we built a life for just we two
but now alone
a single room, my home
i spend my time missing you
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Poem-A-Day Challenge Volume 2 - September 2017 Challenge
PoetryOur first Challenge of 2017 is to get as many Pubbers as possible to write a Poem a Day for every day in 2017. This is our second volume of the Poem-A-Day challenge. If you are up to the challenge, lets u...
