Teahouse of gold
In such a place, an old man sits
sipping tea from a clay cup contemplating,
that his days are numbered.
His room is on the third floor from the ground,
and the climb up the stairs exacerbates his energy.
The warmth from the sunshine adds relief to his arthritic bones.
In such a place, an old man rests
wondering how many more cups of life
there remains here.
His final trip will be down the stairs,
and out the green door to an awaiting cart.
On the slope, he will slip away from his final sip.
James A George (c) 2016 All Rights Reserved
Photo by Оксана Криничная
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