Methuselah’s Grip Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Damaged heart of stone
Afraid to let loves grasp atone
Wary of Methuselah’s grip
Fearing this road to trip
Treading with infinite care
One stranded heart waiting there
Renounce the fear holding back
Break down lethargies frontal attack
Take hold
Be bold
Wrest back your destiny
Find happiness for all to see
Grasp the fiery poker tight
Use every ounce of all your might
Turn to place it confidently in fates hands
Journey far too foreign lands
Let the rainbows pot be found
Not as foolish as it doth sound
Angels will sound the horn
For rebirth as loves reborn
Nevermore let it wander
Don’t ever squander
Hold and cherish
Always embellish
Watch from this tiny spark
Love will arise like the lark
Soaring high
Filling your sky
Once azure
Now has the cure
Exploding into crimson fire
Methuselah burnt on love pyre
This is loves final goal
Once more a heart is completely whole
Then you can dedicate
Happiness to the hand of fate