Old, And Over-Run With Sorrow

• Emma Elsely, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2008

Creepers climbing up the fence, thorns swallowing the garden beds,
his house is like his mind; old, and over-run with sorrow.
Whether years alone have maddened him, or whether life’s condemned him.
Whether love is lost forever; old, and over-run with sorrow.
Food no longer is needed for him, nor will light visit him again.
Growth of evil flourishes; old, and over-run with sorrow.
Creepers climbing up the fence, thorns swallowing the garden beds,
his house is like him now; gone, and over-run with grief.