Elder Cry-
"Both were born in the world of Thunder
All I hear is the rain,
tick tick
drip dripping down upon the top of my head
Driving me loosely insane
Memories of drought I remember not
Facial balance as I frown all I know is that vertigo
It has me spinning toward the ground
Loosely I slip my lip
I bite my tongue
Before I Fall In after I have run
I ran a mile yet I smile
I see the child it helps me cross the street
And in my fatigued dying physical shape,
I extend myself I am now helpless
Protocol from the fall though I doubt yet I pow
younger youth helps me to survive
I'm alive elderly am I before my youth
I was destined to die
Now within my senior geriatric years, I cry
I spy do I live alive I'm alive
I'm found compassionate surmised
For behold thus not the sunset it's my Son rise
Hallelujah Amen
And again
Amen"
12/22/21
Written By James Edward Lee Sr 2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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