Two old men talked about the past
As they leaned upon the slatted wooden fence
That creaked under the weight of their forearms.
One side was painted white
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A fascinating exploration of difference - and similarity. I like the change in your poetic style, Andrew. You are growing in stature as a poet. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Contrast is well depicted by your able hand once again! Nice to read!
Wow! ! ! such powerful few last lines and I loved the way that this was so carefully constructed I have a lot of respect for you Andrew and it is works such as this that make me even more convinced that you have a beautiful art Love duncan X
I think when one gets to a certain age one can converse with anyone, and when they are of roughly the same age there is plenty to talk about, plenty to moan about, plenty to discuss. Loved this composition. I love everyday occurrences, they are alive with wonderful storylines. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
So different and yet so much alike. Two old friends who have rapport in their souls. A wonderful poem, Andrew.10 without hesitation. Warm regards, Sandra