Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

Musings of a Troubled Soul

Will this be the last poem I ever write
  Will I be drafted in the morning to fight
A fearsome enemy by dark of night
  Or might I awaken to see I've lost my sight...

Will the sun come up like it's supposed to do
  Will the heavens turn jet-black instead of blue
Will the temperature soar well past forty-two* 
  Will a wall of humidity mean hopes eschewed...

Sure this could be the last poem ever I pen
  Yet the Lord might keep me around 'til 110
So I lay me down tonight, put my trust in His Grace
  That I'll wake up tomorrow with a smile on my face






*42 degrees Celsius = 107.6 degrees Fahrenheit

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M. L. Kiser June 27, 2020 at 12:54 PM That's all we can do, well worded.

Caren Krutsinger June 27, 2020 at 5:16 AM I hope if he keeps you around until 110 that he keeps your HEALTH terrific as well. Chuckle. Chuckle. I have never thought "what if this is the last one?" Hmmmm I might now.

Rico Leffanta June 26, 2020 at 2:00 PM Anything left in God's hands is likely to slip through the Old Man's fingers! Aloha! Rico Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 2:09 PM Pretty funny comment. Gave me a nice chuckle, (even though I very much disagree). Happy Friday, Rico.

Janice Canerdy June 26, 2020 at 10:44 AM Trusting Him--that's all we can do, Gershon. This skillfully-written, emotional poem is moving and descriptive. Janice Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:16 PM Thanks for the kind words, Janice. Here's to you, and Keep the Faith! :) Gershon

Richard Lamoureux June 26, 2020 at 10:11 AM I too sometimes wonder what will be the last poem I write. With God I know that I will have eternity beyond this plane of existence. Blessings to you Gershon. Thanks for your visit. Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:15 PM Your poems are so good, Richard, that each and every one could qualify as a 'What a way to go out!' As for me, I'm more of a gambler. lol. Thanks, Gershon

Panagiota Romios June 26, 2020 at 7:17 AM You were trained very well, Gershon! I read this, and all I Coukd think of was Modeh Ani! Temps here have been in the hundreds for days. Central Air, staying indoors saves me! Great verse...,PR xo Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:14 PM There you go, Modeh Ani every morning! Here's to some lower temperatures on the West Coast! Joy and Light, Gershon

Tom Cunningham June 26, 2020 at 4:07 AM Your faith will conquer all your fears. 42°C, that's hot, real hot, had that in Turkey once, I nearly cooked. Cold beer saved the day lol. Tom Tom Cunningham June 27, 2020 at 6:17 AM I'm Anglo saxon, born for the cold lol Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:13 PM 22 -- just right for you... 32 -- a little warm for you... 42 --- Hellish! Whew!

Sand Blown June 26, 2020 at 2:31 AM ah yes 'grace'....i used to dream about her....even thanked god for the memories …...stan sand : ) Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:11 PM grace must have been quite edgy to have no capital letter G at the start of her name...

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 25, 2020 at 11:23 PM Your poem inspires and illustrates how faith keep fears at bay. It also brings fond memories of the first prayer I ever learned. Great poem and great rhyming. :) Gershon Wolf June 26, 2020 at 1:11 PM I also pray the Lord your soul to --- return, Evelyn! Peace and Joy, Gershon