Ripe Old AgeA Poem by E.J. Waling
We will all live
to a ripe old age. If not here, then probably over there. If not over there, then defiantly someplace else. The mind is everywhere at once. Experiences vary. When I die in one place the others simply move on. We will all live to a ripe old age. © 2017 E.J. Waling |
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Added on January 13, 2017 Last Updated on January 13, 2017 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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