The Ripening Poem by Meng Lim Dr

The Ripening



My boots--ready for hanging
because I am too old?
the green field is waiting
for my next tale to be told-

here's just the beginning
don't dare say my heart is cold
my poems and music are still in writing
count me younger than youth--even more bold!

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