Aging
The deep solace of my mind
Is compelled to draw out
The imperfections of my being
I stand at the alter of faith,
And beg for guidance.
In this world of youth and beauty
Arriving at my middle age
With no more a perfect body or mind,
Who is left to guide me?
When the populace says
No longer are you worthy
To give opinions, your age makes you a fool
And we are interested no more.
Lynn Barany
Copyright © Lynn Hanna Barany | Year Posted 2011
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