8.28.2009

Harvest

You'll sit in a room
Old age is your doom
Your mind slowly rots
Like others around you.

History repeats, reap what you sow
Surely now I presume that you know
You'll be locked in a box
And I'll forget about you.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Found your blog over at Kate 1975.
Lovely poem, it really resonates with me....I can't wait for the day when I forget....