Caged in Old Age – Poetry

I’m still caged walking with this hidden rage from old age

My bones are brittle and strong is just a song used to tell tall tales

Sail away with me

To a place Jesus journeyed and rainbows are neverending

Running from Damascus waiting for the storm to pass us

Come sail away with me to a place where pain

Will be no more

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