One day my feet shall fail me,
To trudge along the road,
My all powers gifted by God,
Shall leave me to beg, and depend,
On others for support and succour,
My aging, aching body, shall stop me,
To belch out the words of wisdom and gnosis,
Creator, I solemnly beseach you,
Not to take away your blessings,
From me to put me to shame and humiliation,
Creator, you will never forsake and abandon me,
I fervently hope and believe.
Mykoul
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