The wind amplifies,
as another day ends with a sigh.
A chill courses to my bones,
winter is drawing nigh.
Time vanishes, passing so quickly,
where has my youth gone?
Yesterday holds it forever more,
as I maturate with every dawn.
I'll face tomorrow when it comes,
treasuring the peace of today.
For God to guide me in His wisdom,
is the prayer I shall pray.




At first, I thought you must have meant "mature" but now I'm thinking perhaps it actually is a word, but one connected to mature? I'm all curious now.





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