"A WITHERED OLD KING"

As I ponder through misguided thoughtsOf what saddens me most…and that which does not;Tiss the month of cold and bleak DecemberWhilst time stands still in frozen timberWhen a blistering chill invades my spaceAccumulating frost upon a withered old faceNot a singing bird…nor a sunny dayCould melt away this frozen clayDesperate to warm these weary old bonesBy a minuscule fire… amidst a cauldron of stonesWhen just out the door…a slow steady dripTakes on the form of a tapered white stickThen slowly but surely…draping my faceA wavering thought of a warm sunny placeWith a trickling stream…amidst a blanket of greenAnd a beautiful fair maiden dressed like a queenShe frolics and giggles… in a flirtatious flingTo obtain the affections…of a withered old King

"A WITHERED OLD KING"

Karen Byrne-Sobecki

Reno, United States

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