aging
Sailing to Byzantium
Sailing to Byzantium a poem by William Butler Yeats I That is no country for old men....
Small Things Changed
Small Things Changed written by: Anshika Sharma Bare bricks sneak From the cracks on the wall, The...
False Hope
False Hope written by: Andrée J. Khoury “Mrs. Jones,” the young lady in white robe smiled at her...
Who’s There?
Who’s There? written by: Diane Leopard @dianeleopard I stand and I stare Lip hair, grey hair and...
Stone’s Age
Stone’s Age written by: Phillip Knight Scott @phillipscott What once was a pebble has gathered no moss,...
TO A LATE LAST LOVE
TO A LATE LAST LOVE written by: Grendad Of course we are afraid. We carry what they...
Vacuum
Vacuum written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames I always move the sofa now, To expunge those grey lines...
Mourning For Myself
Mourning For Myself written by: Frank C Modica @fcmodica53 It’s my 67th year; the clouds look tired...
Aging Backwards
Aging Backwards written by: Michael Natt “Age is something that doesn’t matter… unless you are a cheese!”...
The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices
The Shivering Hands and Shaky Voices written by: Anupama Mishra The shivering hands and shaky voices are...
Choreography
Choreography written by: William Masters As soon as Albert Andrew Fischer’s wife died of cervical cancer, after...
