Just fooling around looking for an easy-read poem for the Senior Center folk.
What do you think?
UNTITLED POEM
I worry that the damage is done---
I cannot unfurrow my brow.
The lines that fashioned my engaging smile
seem permanently engraved in leather.
Crows feet that wrinkle and crinkle
can no longer be hidden by mascars.
My arching neck he loved to kiss
is now graced by a turkey's wattle.
My once acute hearing
is replaced with a knowing smile and nod.
I worry that the damage is done---
I cannot find a decent title for this poem.
Dewell
(How do I get this poem typed into couplets?)
What do you think?
UNTITLED POEM
I worry that the damage is done---
I cannot unfurrow my brow.
The lines that fashioned my engaging smile
seem permanently engraved in leather.
Crows feet that wrinkle and crinkle
can no longer be hidden by mascars.
My arching neck he loved to kiss
is now graced by a turkey's wattle.
My once acute hearing
is replaced with a knowing smile and nod.
I worry that the damage is done---
I cannot find a decent title for this poem.
Dewell
(How do I get this poem typed into couplets?)