My Mortal End! Poem by Michael Gale

The winds of time pass me by, oh so
easy, This puts an empty feeling in
the pit of my stomach, which makes
me feel, oh so queasy! To go thru
life worried all the time, I should
turn to God, 'stead of worries bout
my mortal's self life or prime! Tho'the shores of worry
constantly overtake & endure my
every thought, Tis time I calmed
down & remove all my worry, that
I had wrought and sought! My nerves
do seem so shot, Weighing down
about my shoulders heavily does
this seem alot! Lessons learned
as should be yearned! All good
Godly deeds gain Heavenly entry
that I should earn, As in my
mind, I should etch and burn!



Michael Gale

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