I find the way to live again,
The pleasures from before,
Is listening to the old folks' tales.
It's pleasant time, spent in repoire.
...
The fire's remaining sparks are fading,
As I tenderly fold this book,
Closing the well worn cover,
And placing him, near his nook.
...
Dear Lord, please,
Grant me inspiration
In my praying hands,
Direct this pen;
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