The Sun Will Come Up
The warts are ugly,
the wrinkles deep
The flesh now sagging,
deprived of sleep
The eyesight failing,
with hearing gone
But words still call
—from tomorrow’s song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
'From The Book Of Prayers'
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2019
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