Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Dorin Popa writes



MY WHIMPERING LIKE A BABY

I come nearer the old age and I keep hiding
under the coat
my whimpering like a baby

God, I have always been behind everybody!
melancholy and emptiness
support
my well-being

impediments and hesitations
decide for me
together with my fright
hope comes to visit me

one more century in this world should I live
and I wouldn’t have enough time
to cry my heart out over this life
that I am about to lose

 Getting Old
 At Eternity's Gate -- Vincent Van Gogh

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