It’s been a long life,
and it is not done
yet.
Moss grows
nowhere on me,
and still I’m slowing down.
The hounds have become quicker,
or I’ve slowed.
My feet,
have lost their determination.
The destination,
grows further.
The goal,
My eyes no longer see!
Guide me.
Lead me.
Love me.
Heal me.
Get me through the
forest.