A little chance, dwelth
On his little frame
To till the land;
With no strength left
As in his youthful years
That drove the spirit
With strength of a spade
And now, with wife
by his side, old and infirm
In a mud house, and thached roof
They counted, both
The years left, and the yellowing
of their thached straw
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
Old age and the inevitable effects of such 🙂 love this. Someday we shall all realize that lost is our youthful strength
So much thanks poet soul Anoucheka!
Apt images delineate a sense of inevitability.
So much thanks dear Sir Vijay Nair Jee.