Though I Age Poem by james watkin

Though I Age



Though I age, and grow tiresome
With aging
Of a silly world, sillier
Engaged in

Preserve, if as dim-roomed for
The doomster
What, hard-shelled, Lord, sweet of heart
And childish
As least to one's taste, girlish
Does cater.

Sunday, November 20, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: age
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james watkin

james watkin

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