Where Is My Age.

My mouth will not shape much prettier words
Than the ones I know I thought of
Ages ago.

Satisfaction
Is a stone in motion.

Always a work in transit.

Like my gorgeous years.







Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-08-22 at 02:54

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Age always puzzles me, I can't hide the evidence and have no wish to - I don't feel particularly old in mind - perhaps age just gives us the luxury of expressing thoughts that we couldn't when younger

Elle x
2008-08-22