Life in verse

Woe betide me when my mind grows frail from the timelessness of my age scale.. when my years of yearning has ceased to score.. as my eyes are weakened and can see no more..

God help me when I sit in pain and my thoughts of thinking hurts my brain.. I have minutes of only wax and wane amidst my days of meloncholy mundain

May the good Lord take my soul when my heart stops beating it’s rock and roll.. as my time on earth has met it’s fate and I climb yon steps to the pearly gate

But let my life in verse bring memories..from memoirs of my treasuries..those books of poetry in one’s hall..lined up along the library wall..shall shine sweet smiles upon their faces..from my foregone past and reminisce traces..