Peace to Keep

 

prayinghands

My wrinkled skin will still feel my youth

caressing yours.

My fading my mind will always 

wander back to our magical corridors. 

 

 

I cannot make the rain come or go, 

nor can I make you stay or leave.

So I embrace it all.

The aging, the losing,

the battle of wills.

I surrender.

my flag is yours.

 

Keep peace in prayer, friend. 

The young girl will be old one

day,  keeping you in hers. 

                  

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