Old
by ianblackpoet
Among the birds of Leicester square
Aground below the icy air
Upon a silent bench, alone
My thoughts diverge and take me home
Among the trees in vacant woods
In days I still believed I could
Lift up my hand into the air
And from the ether, pigment tear
When stars at night were bright as day
And never seemed so far away
But always shone at my command
Within the reach of my right hand
Among the birds of Leicester square
And smothered by the icy air
The stars, no longer mine to hold
It seems that time has left me old
Ian Stewart Black 
I am in love with your poetry. 🙂 I especially love it when it rhymes. You’re an artist, Ian. The way you put words together is simply beautiful.
I haven’t been able to read anybody in a while. Now reading this, I realize how much I’ve missed your poetry 🙂 this one is wonderful, definitely my favorite by you, so far.
@poetically_truthful – @alltimelow22 – I have had a really bad day today, until this point. I can’t explain what it means to me to come on and read your comments, I can only tell you that it gives me a sense of worth that nothing else in my life does. If you ever think your comments are in vain, think again, they mean the world to me. Thank you so much. I love you both very much Xx