Long Life

It’s been a long life,

and it is not done


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



Posted on March 11, 2014, in Poem and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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