Old Age
My mind is alive
and turning,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Resting so peacefully
here in bed
can't move,
so relaxed.
Time to arise
things to do,
places to go,
but my bones
are frozen
still.
Dreams keep coming,
oh so quite,
descending into
another world,
my mind is alive,
and turning,
but my bones,
are frozen,
still.
Copyright © James Foulk | Year Posted 2008
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