My Ageing Consternation
My ageing consternation
I fears death that spares
Me when I am very young
Won't it ache me when
I have no teeth to chew and
Have feeble arms, legs... to move?
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My heart is fallen
And about to burst my hope.
When will this silent
Thief snatch my soul to the Lord
When need not to see more corpse?
Contest: Aging
Sponsor: Black Eyed
Susan
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