Turning Sixty Four
A fire still hot,
Coals glowing.
Unbearable heat,
yet undeniably
closer to death.
About this poem
I turn 64 in a couple of weeks.
The picture was taken in my back yard.
Tom
Turning Sixty Four
A fire still hot,
Coals glowing.
Unbearable heat,
yet undeniably
closer to death.
About this poem
I turn 64 in a couple of weeks.
The picture was taken in my back yard.
Tom
