Monday, March 25, 2013

Clyde L. Borg - One Poem

The Good Old Young

They hold on to life
Like some leaves tend to do
On winter deadened trees
That once were
Splendidly green.
They resist the iciness
Of the gray winter
By feigning warmth
In gloved hands,
And layer upon layer
Of clothing.
They seek inclusion,
But often reject it
For fear of impeding
The activity of others.
They listen, observe,
And look again,
Inwardly judging,
But then only sighing
With abject resignation.
They are the aged,
The old that were young,
The good old young
That cling to life.

Clyde L. Borg is a retired high school teacher and administrator. Some of his work has appeared in History Magazine, Fate Magazine, The Rambler and Capper's Magazine.  He resides in Fords, New Jersey.

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