i remember days
shining sun raining gray
i'm old and content with death
but i remember youth
like a bottle of perfume i can smell it
i smell it on my grandchildren
i smell it through open windows
i can't find it though.
i can't be it.
but i'm age old and content with death.
through death i'll find youth once more,
that's all i want.
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Written September 1st, 2005
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Great muse
If not for the wonders of God’s marvels,
I’d still be in Egypt "manipulated by Satan’s evil."
Man’s years "a promise Hundred-and-twenty,"
For those who’ve waited on him “renewed” plenty.
I believe in the "God of makeovers" (He who makes all things new).
Although, right now, I’m very sore from mine, confirmation tells me it’s true.
Many (such as Moses) only began to be used by God in old age.
We need “Corrie Ten Booms” to brighten and create a better gauge.
One should never be content to die; victory over death is our inheritant claim.
Why not, by grace, receive His promises of youth "now” rejecting death’s distain?
Be that as it may, this “your muse” is majestic in style and form. There is great beauty here; this muse is full of sunshine hopes “warm.” Take care “special one.”
Hugs,
~*Milly
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Edited on Nov 02, 5:33 p.m. because ''.
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