I sit at the table
An old man, an old table
The candle is old
The bread is moldy
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It shows the hardship of aging, it can feel so devastating that we are no longer who we were before. I can feel the moment with this.
Hello there Casarah, see how great poets find each other! ! ! ! ! Hugs xxx
As an older man, I understood and enjoyed your poem. Thanks for sharing.
This poem reminds me that as we grow old we are like crumpled paper still paper but not much good to write on! The imagery is brilliant and the translation of thought to written word is insightful and wonderful. I will be looking for more work from you.Good writing...
Thank you so much for you kind words! ! ! ! ! Cheers!
Thank you so much for your kind words! ! !