Holy City Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

I am retired and growing old,
And my life is beginning to wane.
In all the years of trials and tribulation,
I have failed my utmost desire to gain.

I portray in my mind the Holy City,
It lies beyond the Mediterranean blue,
And yet to reach it one must still
Many long and weary flight hours pursue.

I am curious about the marvels of the Holy City,
As vivid as those monuments in the sand.
If only my dream could be converted into reality.
What joy it would be to visit the Holy Land?

Yet, could I several weeks have spent,
Although lacking sufficient funds in my kitty,
I might have to appease my own desires
When I had intentions of visiting the Holy City.

Your tolerance and patience, I implore
In this my desire if I offend
Something I visualize beyond my reach
From my formal years to my journey's end.

I recognize that here on earth
A lack of fulfillment is an unbinding pity.
My utmost desire would else satisfaction know -
Never have I seen the Holy City.