The Path Home

Written by: Terry L. Allen

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.