The wisdom of the years gone byRest quietly on the wrinkled face
The pain and joy of death and life
Reflect against the shaded skin
The grief and loss of old values
Fall off the face with greying hair
The hooded hat protects the soul
From chaos and oblivion
The grimace on the face awaits
A peaceful end to mortal means..............
A journey to eternity......................
Hidden behind the facade of naughtiness, u have a poet's soul..u write amazingly well.
ReplyDeletethanks :)
ReplyDeletetheres always a poet in every soul......u just hav to unearth it :)