Age Is More Than a Number
Age Is More Than A Number
Miracle Man
6/16/2023
Dark clouds,
often enshroud any thoughts
I might direct toward tomorrow.
I’ve always been an achiever,
but have shaken hands with defeat.
Now my aspirations have been devoured by time.
I could always do it all
until suddenly I can do little.
My past is an unforgiving file,
Which leaves me only those brief moments,
Called now.
Forgive me LORD when I Whine,
Forgive me LORD when I whine.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2023
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