Pascal Borg Poet Free verse

Worth of a Prayer

Far simpler to pray the older one gets,
the awareness of little time left wraps your mind
and thoughts and regrets flood your inner being.
How sad that I cannot relate this age-old wisdom,
this depth of tranquility, to those that have years to squander.
I wonder if the feeling of remorse and the worth of a prayer
is only revealed to us when we can almost touch
the gates of the great here after.

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Gershon Wolf August 23, 2026 at 8:03 PM It does seem that way, doesn't it? Rare is the individual who takes prayer seriously at an early age. Perhaps there's this: Who would 'waste' his youth on being a Sage?... As Ecclesiastes put it: A time to make hay; a time to pray. ~ Robb 'N Hood Pascal Borg August 24, 2026 at 5:06 AM There's always Tick Tock. Sage? Do you mean Seeger? It's for the Byrds (1965).....~Laid Marian.

Alison A Smith nee Howarth August 23, 2026 at 4:48 PM This is a deeply moving reflection, Pascal. The unconstrained, free verse form beautifully captures the natural, meditative flow of your introspection. Your exploration of how aging reframes the worth of a prayer—and the bittersweet realization that such tranquil wisdom cannot simply be handed down to those with "years to squander"—is profoundly poignant. Thank you for sharing such a sincere and contemplative piece. Pascal Borg August 24, 2026 at 4:56 AM Sadly, it's the truth. I see it in my grandchildren, though it may be partly my own fault. Sad!