“Old is always fifteen years from now” ― Bill Cosby Genre: Age, Rhyme, Death, Inspirational I’m not getting old, I am getting better I am becoming a classic Like the fine wine For a special occasion to dine Like the little red Corvette You always wanted as a pet I am much better more wiser… Continue reading I’m not getting old, I am getting better, Poetry by Gun Roswell
Category: Death
Pending Sorrow, Poetry by Chris Hill
Genre: Death, Rhyme, Horror Pending Sorrow by Chris Hill A dreary night, a tragic noon alone under the harvest moon. The fog rolls in, the thunder cracks, And in his hand he wields an Axe He rides alone across the land To carry out his wicked plan with a smile on his face and a… Continue reading Pending Sorrow, Poetry by Chris Hill
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