Together we age,
Impeded, same gaits,
Some gates closed: stiffness,
Laborious pain.
We’re lumbering, now
So careful to step,
To balance then move.
You old black Lucy,
Remembered you’ll be,
In the new newness
Of the Heavens above,
A new Earth to come.
Oh old black Lucy,
The old earth our friend.
Man’s friend, friend to me,
Your mantle’s fulfilled.
Unconscious of conscience
Afterlife it’s true,
You’re of God whom is
All good, creates all
That is good; here and
Now and forevermore.
Gary Edward Geraci
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