The Path Home

As we slowly near the end of our days. When we have finally reached our old age. There seems to be a sudden panic to change our ways. The tunnel to the light has gotten a whole lot shorter. So now we seek to put our spiritual house in order. At one time to have a better life and I wants were our fervrant prayers. These days it's a prayer of contrition hoping to keep the light on until we can get there. This is now an edited and up dated version of this poem.