Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Thank God For Small Mercies...

It does not happen over night
But in the subtle exchange
Of dark to light
This ageless trade
Of day to day
Brushes childhood,
Then youth,
Then middle-age

Thank God for small mercies,
Time takes its timed rite
To turn us old;
 It does not happen over night

© Janet Martin

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