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The Limits Of Skin(You are a seven year old phoeni..A Poem by Absentee Reality CheckNot all of you grows older.You are a skeleton of freeze frames.Your smile is five years old.Your flinch is twenty.Your joints hold the mapof a thousan.. |
Dear Waitress...A Story by PrudenceThe frustrations of eating alone |
Old Age HomeA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueOld parents are thrown away be the children and they have started living in an old age home |
You are a StarA Poem by Md. Ziaul HaqueA living star |
Morning Triku IIIA Poem by Steve KittellThoughts at sunrise |
One Last StoryA Story by IllubuuA man spends his last moments telling his story one last time. |
GrandadA Poem by SarahThis poem is about my grandfather. My favorite time with him is when he tells me his stories. I was thinking about him this morning and decided to wr.. |
The Mighty King (has fallen)A Poem by Michael G. Smitha dying Oak |
A Wrinkle in TimeA Poem by FrecklewoodNo longer does she clad herself In days of faded dye, Patterned fabrics of yesterdays Unravel threaded whys Teen embroidered da.. |
ValuesA Poem by gabiaimeeThe inability of the human mind to even comprehend mortality and the value of time. |
Flesh and BloodA Story by Sophie McNI. Malcom Brodie existed but he never really lived. Malcom was never without a book. He was a spectator of the lives of a thousand fictional.. |
When?A Poem by Steve KittellThoughts at the memorial service of a centurion. |
EyesA Poem by Steve KittellEyes |
Un-Priveleged Aging AmericansA Stage Play by viewBistroThe fact that people of all ages can be considered privileged on some dimensions and disadvantaged in others is a testament to the unique journey into.. |
Loxton's Time-Travel Gift CertificatesA Poem by John de GruytherFor his birthday this year his family got him a wonderful gift A time-travel gift certificate They’re all the rage As he melted int.. |
My Neurons Are OldA Poem by David R. WyderAt the end of the work daythere’s sand from the big bangin my shoes.My brain is a quark modemdownloads star dust from black holesmakes sweet mus.. |
The Woman I Want to BeA Poem by AnnieWho I want to become as I get older |
Just a NumberA Poem by Jill ReidyA tongue in cheek look at ageing. I wrote this when I was 50 and organising a joint party with two friends who were 30 and 40, respectively. Now th.. |