December 16, 2007 1:57 PM
Poem from Roma
The old and very young
and young and very old
all lopped together under age-old sky
long before a Western World
(and maybe after one as well)
Different jewels, but some the same.
Different foods, but some the same.
Feelings of doubt and love and shame.
All together, much the same.
© 2007 by Christina Pitrelli
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