Looking into
the mirror at lines, wrinkles & creped greying neck,
I see the
drooping, the loosening & sagging of a poor sorry wreck,
Taken apart,
stitch by stitch, bit by bit, by life´s cruel steely hand,
The ebbing
corporal tides & soft dunes of skin´s tired shifting sands.
Please God,
take me to pieces & little by little I ask, take me apart,
Oil my rusty
hinges, replace the lost nails & give me brand new parts,
Sandpaper the
old me, paint away the cracks with fresh patina anew,
Remove the
creaking pains, refresh the stains & fix the bones askew.
Please dust
away all my old sins, wash & replenish my sick rusty soul,
Remove all
loose, broken, useless pieces & make me once again whole,
Re-programme
my capacity for loving, kindness & my weary old brain,
And put me
back, piece by piece, bit by bit, so that I may start over again.
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