I know what is to become of this frame.
But I don't know how it will get there.
Heart attack? Cancer? Hit by a train?
The causes are endless and oft unfair
The "how" of my demise I can't arrange
nor can other mortals the same as me.
I wish, however (don'r think it strange)
to make to my Maker an urgent plea..
'Tis this: Don't let me lose my mind.
Visit me with whatever doctors find,
but my mind, dear God, leave it free.
I know it's brash to make this request.
Who am I to dabble with matters divine?
Perhaps then it's best to simply suggest
Please, Lord, let me keep my mind.
Really a witty rendition embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Paul.
Thank you, Chinedu. I value and appreciate your encouraging words. They mean a lot to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Perhaps then it's best to simply suggest Please, Lord, let me keep my mind. last lines of the poem tells evrything clearly. to me......... your prayer, the Divine in your life........ hoping against all hopelessness.......... thank u dear poet. tony
Thank you, Tony. I value and appreciate your thoughtful comment. If we live long enough, chances are we WILL lose at least part of our minds. That's a compelling anti-octogenarian argument. Paul