Poem: A Gray Haired Regret - My 5 minutes a day #71

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about 1 year ago

Freewriters

Shoutout to Artie_Navarre and Pixabay.com

An old man with a rubber pen
And a polyester beard
Putting in paper what needs to be said
When the smell of gunpowder
Is the new fashion scent


Seen two lives in 50 years
Many came, many walked away
Either from his line of sight
Or from the privilege
Of seeing another day


Now there's just him
Clinging to the glimpse
Of glory days
As his hair turns gray
Waiting for the sweet release of death


What's he writing about?
Is It love lost?
Is It the state of the world?
Is It a rant that you can summarize
In just two words?


It's just a lesson
For generations that will come
Make the most of every second
Because you never know
When It's time to go