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Old age
When you're old, all you want
to do is look
at the scenery.
something tugs you out of
the house past
the crumbling walls and
broken swing
a longing to see something alive and
young, and yet ageless as
the sky.
You feel their body weighed down by time, the
gears and spindles worn
with overuse and yet
still ticking
You think to yourself
"time has trapped me
in it's vise-like grip,
squeezing
Squeezing
Squeezing
the life from me.
But the sea is not
held tightly
with a white-knuckled grasp.
The ocean is as old as the world
yet as young as the next tide."
You rest your aching bones, at last, on the
expansive beach, glittering like stardust
fallen from heaven.
And you watch as the ocean washes clouds upon the shore, and
Pulls the sun
from the sky.
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I like poems but never really appreciated how much work they took. This is my first real poem, so please tell me what you think. Any constructive criticism is welcome