I am by Ann Wood
I'm quite ordinaryimpersonal
and indifferently walk on
the world
i don't stand out for anything in particular
in the gray-throbbing crowd..
I got tired early in life
and vain human vanity,
my soul is like an empty vase -
with a bouquet of wilted flowers.
And I, once loved-
and maybe I was loved by someone-
but today is so different
maybe- because i got old.
I'm not waiting for anything in particular.
And I no longer harbor hopes.
For me, it's long since over-
and love and joy!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2022-12-26 at 03:31
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