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Glorious Blessings

Pat Tyrer

When I am old with cloudy eyes

I’ll watch the birds ascend the skies

And if I fail to see their flight

My ears shall note their heavenly might

And if my eyes just can’t discern

My soul remembers all it’s learned

and deep within and buried well

my memories of those birds shall dwell

and in the times when most is gone

I shall recall their lovely songs

and play them back within my mind

as loud and vibrant as in my prime.

Sweet nature won’t be lost to me

because of loss to hear or see

for always will those sweet birds give

such glorious blessings while I live.

Previously published in Agape Review

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