MEMORY OF YOUTH
Angst of ascending
oh, stairs pose beckoning woes
once easily surmounted…
...Missing youthful* zest
ah, I still climb by God’s strength
midst soaring faith legacy.
*Ecclesiastes 12:1 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them.
November 2, 2020
3rd place, "SPIN A SEDOKA" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 11/4/2020.
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