Making the Best of Life
I am a captive of choices
I have made.
No tears remain; I’ve shed them all.
I live afraid
of years ahead, when darkness falls
on ailing eyes.
My step has slowed, the aches and pains
I realize
are with me till my long days end,
as they have been
for countless years. There’s no relief
from wisest men.
But I will walk my destined path
assured that God
is watching every step I take
though it be flawed.
Jean, at 82, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at joker31277@yahoo.com
You encourage me with this poem. Thanks for it and may God continue to bless you!
ReplyDeleteGod bless, Jean. Isn't it Isiah --I hold you always in the palm of my hand?
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