Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Worn Body


Since walking,

The body is stalking,

It keeps on for miles,

Even with smiles,

But at times,

It does become a squeezed lime,

And needs its juice,

To reliven its fuse,

Sometimes it comes on,

With bruised wear ons!

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