A life, unspoken

I travel on the sidewalk Slow.
Farewell to skipping stairs.
The certainties I used to know
now catch me unawares.

I never had the youngbloods’ grin
or confidence to spare.
At times, I took it on the chin,
and found it hard to bear.

At night, of late, instead of sleep,
I dawdle in the shower
and pray the Lord my soul to keep
until its finest hour.

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