POETIC JUSTICE 17 By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey


My brother, a shadowed stranger
Grey and becoming old
He speaks with the pathos of the old
His friends, near and far
Have set sail beyond the sunset
Slipping past the Northern Star
A tad of a joke gets him upset
Frail as a feeble frog
His dance steps have waned
Nary knowing tweet or blog
He is alone in the rain
His tooth now very long
To chew, curse and spit
He glories in singing a song
His voice strong and deep
Adventures bring a lilt to his voice
Lighting stars in his twinkling eyes
Soon he will liven up his choice
But an old soldier never dies.
(c)Warigon 2017


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