So much of my life was wasted: <br /> Ambition, lust, depression, anger, <br /> The things that built a decent twilight <br /> but only through God’s grace. <br />I count now as gain the despised things <br /> The poetry - even that not honored - <br /> Women, who teased, but would not have me <br /> Animals – particularly a heroic dog of youth <br /> An ordination at an outcast church <br /> A baptism not built on fear <br /> A distant child saved from prejudices scourge <br /> An ancient license plate of establishment sin <br />Strange, the things we cherish at twilight. – <br />Never more than the forms of love. <br /> Bill Grace <br /> Copyright retained<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight-things/
