Weakness aboundsin my legs despite my soulful objection. How I long for past days of youthful walk, jump, run. Reality defeats my imagery of fun frolicking as the young! continue and time proceeds. Like my physical weakness, so does my soul reminisce of days long past in youth. I long for what reality shows non-existentant, departed. I turn my woeful eyes and saddened soul to the Healer who gives […]