~ Laten Years

by ladyliterati

Would that thou shalt love me in my laten years

Oblivious to Times wrinkles – youthful, in comparison to my peers
And when these eyes no longer see, an Antigone wilt thou be for me

Leading me though darkened fears, ’til acceptance of aging clears
To settle in this vessel, shell, a scared soul seeking Gods good will

A guide, a lamp before my feet, wilt thou these requests meet
And leave me not alone, but sing me…sing me home?
O’Prunty ©


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