Contemporary Art By Artist: Andrew Nawroski

Age

Whatever became to dishevel then make crooked a spine,

then become to weak knee’d to measure some mile.

For if you could sing hearts would chime,

and still make it a trial.

So much to tell of how so free,

asks nothing all is given

For when old new it be,

then toward a grave still driven.

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