Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OLD AGE, by MAXWELL BODENHEIM



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First Line: In me is a little painted square
Last Line: Some evening I shall not return to my people.
Subject(s): Death; Old Age; Dead, The


In me is a little painted square
Bordered by old shops with gaudy awnings.
And before the shops sit smoking, open-bloused old men,
Drinking sunlight.
The old men are my thoughts;
And I come to them each evening, in a creaking cart,
And quietly unload supplies.
We fill slim pipes and chat
And inhale scents from pale flowers in the center
of the square.
Strong men, tinkling women, and dripping, squealing children
Stroll past us, or into the shops.
They greet the shopkeepers and touch their hats or
foreheads to me.
Some evening I shall not return to my people.





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