Old Man and his ThoughtsA Poem by MayankThe second hand of clock is broken; My son never returned from battle My insanity ripples me, my silver hair beacons me. Forgive me for my handwriting My hands tremble, and I can’t see. © 2014 MayankReviews
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27 Reviews Added on July 25, 2014 Last Updated on July 25, 2014 Tags: Old Man, Loneliness, Helpless AuthorRelated WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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