The face, the face, old bony face,
The one that’s oh-so-hard to trace,
A ghoulish grinning gapped grimace,
Jaw-rattling laugh reverberates.
The hollowness of deathly gates
Close the year that passed away,
‘You won’t be rid of me,’ he said,
‘I live on in your memory.’
Polly Robinson © 2013
01/01/2013 at 01:14
hmm–does not bode well for the new year
01/01/2013 at 01:17
Oh, I don’t know ~
move forward … don’t worry about old bony face, he’s gone
01/01/2013 at 01:20
good
01/01/2013 at 01:33
Given their frequent references to me being ‘old,’ I think that’s what I look like to my boys…
01/01/2013 at 01:37
heh-heh, just tell ‘em, if they’re lucky, they’ll get there one day
01/01/2013 at 01:44
They’re still in that ‘it will never happen to me’ phase.
01/01/2013 at 03:57
Bide your time, gal … steady
01/01/2013 at 02:14
Old bony face still has 3 hours to reign over here… HNY guys!
01/01/2013 at 07:57
Hope it was good when it got there, Susan. Happy New Year
03/01/2013 at 20:54
Great rhythm here Polly, and a mischievous quality – good photo too.
03/01/2013 at 22:24
Spooky old pic, ‘eh, Andy ~ heh-heh