The paintingA Poem by Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)
The paint
Took a month to dry Just like our Love grew The cracks in paint That took years To appear Just like the fights grew The frame once sturdy wood Now old brittle worn faded Like our body Did we last the distance Yes We both now old grey brittle Standing looking at The picture On our wall That long ago Painting of our youth © 2025 Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on May 10, 2025 Last Updated on May 10, 2025 AuthorJulie McCarthy (juliespenhere)Sydney , AustraliaAboutAmateur old poet well not that old but not a young 20 anymore I live to write I write at least five poems ditties every weekend and a few during week I write quickly it just flows and bu.. more.. |

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