The old poets
sit drinking and conversing.
Speaking with long words; parts
of forgotten phrases, and occasional cursing.
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Smoky Hoss, this is beautiful, very good flow of language. I do like the idea that even if you describe the weakening bodies of these old souls, you do recognize their great value as gold. Hurrah!
Where do you place yourself? Among the younger ones or the old? This makes an interesting read! !
Great! The new always replaces the old, but it's up to the new to remember the old. For without the old, we wouldn't have the new. Great write.