Life cloak my old age
like Noah’s son in the cave
on death, ashes became
my friend
Before the world’s eyes
I stand a trial
greeks, romans
all stoop to witness
A fine line, was drawn
eyes could count the distance
I stand a lone man, packed through
a narrow gate
My fate was placed in deeds done
since, I saw light in
the wilderness
Voices summon in the long hall
Far enough
I could sense their music
and soft galore
Love, was the flame
I pass through, as of the
golden gate
My heart bled, in the middle
and once fell
the broken bridge
saw light in the pass through
MO.
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Wonderfully written my brother! God bless!
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Thank you, God bless you too. Glad you stopped by!
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