Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

And the rest...

by tony-luxton

I'll just read the birthdays now. Good gracious! Is he still alive? It's getting late for fifty-eight. I thought he'd taken his last bow. How much more can he survive? I see he's still on fifty-eight, while she's now owning to forty-five. What will tomorrow's lot contrive?
Request permission to use this poem
t
Written by
tony-luxton
For You?
t
Written by
tony-luxton
Published
Sep 12, 2015
Time
1m
Tags
#newspaper#ages#birthdays-fake
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell tony-luxton how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogSupportFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 [production] by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write