The poet in me shrieks,
scrambles to the pinnacle of my mind
like a kitten clings to a branch
surrounded below
by bellowing hounds. the pain of old age especially when we live in a society where the norm is utility.......
sorry to hear it. God bless you always. thank you dear poet. tony
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The poet in me shrieks, scrambles to the pinnacle of my mind like a kitten clings to a branch surrounded below by bellowing hounds. the pain of old age especially when we live in a society where the norm is utility....... sorry to hear it. God bless you always. thank you dear poet. tony