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As Life Wends It’s Way…

You look at your foot
Semi-numb with no noticeable marks
Aches drag groans from your throat
Each time you rise to your feet

You glance at your life
Semi-numb emotions with no discernible scars
Other than the constant nagging of experiences
Each time you strove for something of value

You wince at your future
Semi-numb hopes with no clue how to get there
Fading light-trains to lead you to no real place
Each time you gain motion of any positive sort

You cling to your faith
Semi-numb jumbles of man-made ilk with no true value
Save the knowledge that somewhere within lies a truth
One day you will rest on in the peace-filled slumber of eternity