This is a poem I wrote more than a decade ago. I'd basically forgotten it until reminded of its genesis by a good friend. Thanks JYL.




Young inside old out

Bright skin shines

Like tanned leather hide

His eyes

Glimmering clear


No feelings to deny

When he goes home

Lying in the dusty room

All he calls his own

Within his view

As he smiles

And lays down to rest



© Gayle Force Press 2010

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