Aged Mirrors (70) Poem by Raquel Angel Nagler

Aged Mirrors (70)



Hours full of dusk.
We still don't know
The name of God
Although we've seen Him
So many times.


Slowly, gradually we realize
The only way to escape pain
Is to die young.


Aged hours.
We know we didn't die in time:
Before the pain. Before the sadness.






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Friday, October 30, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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