Thursday, February 20, 2014

A sonnet a day for February 2014 - day 20 - Process

My gray indicative of growing old
There's no avoiding its senescence now
Still my reflection shows a woman bold
Who has taken risks no asking how

Though I have my days when tired and weak
I wake in prayer, go out to see the sun
Bow my head under sky, ever I'm meek
I play like children, I laugh and have fun

I love every stage of my life, old, young
I am thankful for my health, strength and peace
Thankful for legs, feet, hands, ears, mouth and tongue
One of these days my human self will cease

Till then I will tell wonderful stories
About life and God, nature and glory

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