As I, approach the twilight
of my existence, my days are
akin to an evening shadow; I
am withered, like the grass
that’s overgrown. The plight
of my humanity, is not new;
further discussions can only
reveal the severe vanity of
self-wallowing in such mundane
thoughts. The morning’s dew
and dawn greets me, with great
expectations; His latest batch
of new mercies floods my soul.
I’m filled with His contentment,
as Death impatiently awaits…
my eventual, earthly demise.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
As I, approach the twilight
of my existence, my days are
akin to an evening shadow; I
am withered, like the grass
that’s overgrown. The plight
of my humanity, is not new;
further discussions can only
reveal the severe vanity of
self-wallowing in such mundane
thoughts. The morning’s dew
and dawn greets me, with great
expectations; His latest batch
of new mercies floods my soul.
I’m filled with His contentment,
as Death impatiently awaits…
my eventual, earthly demise.
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