My Prayer

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may know of your odium

That I may not live as a leper

As a sign that I am a stigmata

An impending peril of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may see the sight

So I may live not in squalor

As a sign that I am scum

An impoverished leach of the day

But again in age

It is my prayer

That I may meet your grace

So that I may never tumble on my legs

That I may count as a sage

But again in age

All is in my prayer