My Digital Universe, Poems

Getting old 

When the tea becomes cold,
And there’s no hand to hold,
You are now getting old;
No point doing as your’re told.

You realize there’s a hole,
As you search within your soul;
Like a fisherman with no pole,
You keep fighting for your goal.

Some just want to be a mole,
Watch out! They will take a toll.
Those who are looking for coal,
Use the kind-hearted to maul.

Don’t treat me like some doll,
Or a cat with a plastic ball.
I don’t have to wait for your call;
Or for Saul to change into Paul.

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