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When I'm forever blind
And sunlight is unkind
Can't see black from white
Lost my precious sight

When forever lost and sold
And body cannot be told
And I'm growing so damn old
Don't let me die so damn cold

Richard Wlodarski

Sunday, March 12, 2017

Topic(s) of this poem: blind,blinding,blindness,dying,old,old age ,old memory,oldest

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Mj Lemon 25 March 2017

This is a really great poem. And it's that last word- -cold. Depending on how it's interpreted, there are shades of meaning....Brilliant, Richard. A perfect 10.

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Richard Wlodarski 25 March 2017

M.J., you are so very kind with such positive feedback. And very insightful. I just knew that you would pick up on that last word. Good job, my friend!

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