Elder Author

His glittering brain~

So full of the gems of age~

Hands withered from repetition ~

As eyes tarnish in bleary rooms~

He writes ever silent of a bygone youth.

©2016 Andrea Travis

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6 Comments Add yours

  1. mustafizuh says:

    So lovely this is. Seriously.

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    1. Thank you very much ☺

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  2. Yep, I have all those credentials, sounds just like me. I love it!

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    1. Thank you ☺ When someone says, I’ve been there, I’ve felt that, I am that, the connection is pure magic! That feeling keeps me writing.

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      1. Yes, that’s because I’m the old Hobo’s dog scratching his fleas! Thank you much!

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  3. Nice imagery! I picture the hobo and the dog scratching each others fleas!

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