Blog25:
Feeling disgrace with Aging, fragile physique
Despair I allow to conquer within quick
Mercilessly, I scream … grumble, “Why me?”
To the mirror I moan, “How did this come to
be?”
Wondering … wishing … youth could stay a few
years more
And like her, grant me supple bosoms sought
for
Wanting, fancying someone else’s finer build
Disgruntled I become with grace of life gifted
Yet in these grievous sensitivities uncontrollably
wallowing
My unkind self-pity suddenly rushes out in
thought of you
And like a fresh morning always coming,
breaking
From Lord of Lords whose breath breathes life’s
graces
For your pure, abiding love enveloping me every
twinkling
I deride to be nothing more but myself graciously
Aging.
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