Wednesday, August 06, 2025

Rotten

A rusted can

From a distant life

A different man

A happy wife


They seemed content

Though they were poor

Until they went

And moved next door


The floor fell through

Too much was owed

I guess it’s true

All things corrode.


2 comments:

morfeas said...

Το ποίημα σου είναι Υπέροχο
τόσο ευάισθητο και δυναμικό ταυτόχρονα!

rch said...

Hi morfeas, thanks a lot, I really appreciate it 😊