Growing Old

Ah this skin
That does not
Cling to bones
That bloats and sags
The hair in rags

Are you
Taking me
Lord
Are you taking me
Home?

My soles ache
I cannot
Stand too long
My butt's weight
Makes sitting wrong

Oh God
The only nice
Position's prone
But if I do
I'll soon see You

Which would be Heaven
Indeed. But
All I want to know
Is, When
Will this end, Lord

Are you
Taking me
God
Are you taking me
Home?


February 7, 2009
10:45-11:01 pm

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