October 28, 2022 — Existential Pilgrim’s Flight

Existential Pilgrims Flight
From cradle to silver-haired delight;
The years emit anesthetic mold
That hides the reality of getting old.

Grandma’s wake will be a sight
Find a sitter for children’s fright;
Death, tho’ a part of everyone’s life
We keep beyond their reach tonight.

Seems just a short time, I felt so young
Plowing through what needed done;
This morn I wake to a painful rift
It makes me admit this chilling shift.

Existential Pilgrim’s Flight
From cradle to silver-haired delight
Now I wrestle my desensitized Soul
Fighting the pain of getting old.

Pastor Dave