The world around me shrinks and stills
And this ancient husk of mine does creak
No more valiant stroke or daring feat
For all must be as cruel Time wills
I have no longer strength of arm
Nor speed to send me on my way
These crusted limbs will not obey
The call to keep me safe from harm
Yet here I sit, in quiet thought
while memories stir of youthful fears
Of contests won and battles fraught
Where fiery nerve beat countless tears
How wondrous then, how well we fought
Without a glance, to olden years.
About the Creator
Joe O’Connor
New Zealander
English teacher
Short stories and poems📚
Please be honest- I would love your constructive feedback, as it's the only way I'll get better. Would rather it was pointed out so I can improve!
Currently writing James The Wonderer
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