The final country
What comes to soothe in greater age?
A yielding to a thing once feared,
Closer to the final page
The story fading, ending neared
Another book is lent more credence
Something in the void is filled
Trumpets trilled to greater glory
For a place where pain is killed
Heaven then, a harbor for the aged
Gone now, life's trials and trouble borne
When does the hand let go the tiller
And drift toward that safer shore?
Comments
Tasmin
I like this peice it hugged an age we all reach one day, but we will fight the clinging years with all the mind we have left.
Good to see you here again, Yours Ian.T