Old and grey

As  poem is old, she will be grey
And near her fire holding  book.

You will think of a big bad beast
Moving across hot desert sands.

Desert is old and grey and beast
And a book is old and in tatters.

A fire is ash grey about her eyes.
Eyes are grey and  swelling old.

A big bad beast is grey and fuzzy,
Colors neutral and nobody cares.

(thinking of W.B.Yeats’ poem “When You are Old and Grey“)

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