Come grow old with me Come view our love as it ages like wine As one we sail through this life Come grow old with me Hold my hand as I lead you
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Meet me out by the gnarled redbud tree. The one out by the old blacktop road. You will hear the sound of more than one bee,
Come with me down the road least traveled; To a place that may or may not exist. We'll see sights you have never seen, All while we are on our magical tryst.
Fill the space with chitter chatter Thinking that it matters As if your wisdom Earth-shatters. - But energy wears no disguise
By Nicole Oliver4 years ago in Poets
Where are you today? Raisins cupped in my palm. * How quickly you became Half-memory, not so sour. * No, I can’t be erased from hospital
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Poets
