Enjoy your youthful age (noon),"night" here means old age.


Night

My breast milk has gone sour,
Night is no fun,
The agility is gone,
The curves are lost,
Admirers look no more,

Fallen bags are left,
Pains all through the night,
slow like a tortoise,
Bent like a tree branch,
In disgust they stare,

Indeed night should be dreaded,
Noon enjoyed while it lasts,
For the sun does not shine
forever



Poetry by kayce
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Written on 2006-10-05 at 20:41

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