My heart does weep
My eyes seek
The right in the world
Power to the kind and meek
No one left behind
No one held without tenderness.
Make my heart glad
My soul soar
To the highest
As
My eyes, my eyes smile.
That’s what I need
Without which
My heart weeps
And
Weeps and weeps.
~ Patrice
@Patrice Clarkson – 2023
Getting old
Is not for the mild or meek
Tough road lies ahead bolstered
From those already dead.
Aches and pains constant
Even if only in your head
Hip replaced, arteries clogged
Fingers arthritic and sometimes
The mind is just a smog.
That’s when you think of yesterday
Fill your heart with thoughts
That only knew life in a form of play.
Getting old
Will or won’t take those times away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
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