30PD = 9-30-08 (#5)

I am old,
I have lived here for ages
watched this little village
turn into a thriving town.
I was here long before that tinny little train
and the defiant graffiti on the walls.

I am old,
I have my coffee every morning
my bones creaking as loudly as my house.
I do not go to work
I do not work
not anymore.
I survive on the little pension I get
buy bread milk a bit of meat.

I don't mind
really.

I am old,
but I am alive.
and I am content.

- Write a persona poem. The photo is one I found on Flickr. Here.-

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