Days Getting Shorter
Days are getting shorter
shorter for me. Pain everyday
sorrow on my shoulder,
memories fading so into the past.
Looking forward to that day
when the angles will carry me away
to that golden shore,
so far away.
So I can lay this old
body down forever more,
to see my old mother again,
and throw my arms around her.
wrote 7-5-07
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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