Tranquilly beset by antique proverbs inadvertently mixed <br />and mesmerized with age. <br />Hollowly filled with anguish during trying times of death. <br />Bent with sorrow, creeping slowly, overtaking the rest of <br />life. <br />Carefully worn antecedents gather close together, retracing <br />history of the past, sighing loudly at inopportune moments <br />filling the air with echoes of lost cries.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/antique-sorrow/
