Coffee by Eli Oko

He would be wide eyed Leg shaking Painfully embedded into the black and white lines He would be retro, a true classic That old 'skool' word we should never spell with a 'k' Because it shows our age   He would be boiling with steam Burning the lips of all who dare to get close … Continue reading Coffee by Eli Oko

The Beauty of Age by Eli Oko

Staring into the mirror, what have I become As the wrinkles get deeper, I count one by one The scars in my eyes As I stand in fear of my past That it catches up to my future and divides me like parts A moment ago I was young and had goals and now I … Continue reading The Beauty of Age by Eli Oko