Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Oldy Goldy

A possession came to home of mine,
It was flashy like a new dime,
It was of mid age,
Yet remained til old age,
Many adventures we had smiling,
And some bad days frowning,
But more of a joy,
Than a thing to annoy,
Remained a piece of happiness,
For a person so coldish,
Its sickness started,
After many visited,
Caring for it was hard,
So I had to discard,
The oldy goldy has to leave,
Which is what makes my heart weep,
My wish for it at least,
Is that wherever it goes,
It remains in one piece!




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