Agony of Age
Agony Of Age
Written: by Miracle Man
January 17, 2021
I've very little trouble finding sleep,
but settling in early makes time to creep.
From my shoulder pain I quickly awake,
and more Tylenol I'm then forced to take.
That’s why I’m generally up by two,
and writing soon becomes, my chosen do.
While I'm asleep I seem to dream, dream, dream,
they have no meaning or connecting theme.
When sack time comes early, so does rising,
rampant are thoughts, a few are surprising.
It's during quiet time I seek God's face,
and He lets me know I've entered His space.
“No one can arrive from being talented alone.
God gives talent; work transforms talent into genus.”
Anna Pavlova
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2021
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