The Old Friend
It was easy to see, as he sat on the verandah, that age had finally caught up to him…
I live in words
It was easy to see, as he sat on the verandah, that age had finally caught up to him…
alone on this barren land, not a brother by my side; all gone, all slaughtered, as slowly, they were pried. nourished by our Mother, tall and proud, we stood; till the thought of another, felt us nothing but wood. a moment, all that it took, to push us down and out; nowhere to go, helpless, … Read more The Last One Standing …