I am elderly, with the baby near;
I am elderly, used to so much cold;
Time is now the equivalent of fear;
No one is comfortable with being old.
I watch him, in the stable, broken
here-I boast no gifts, no spices and no
Only the pain that traps me, and each
tear... And darkness has the sky in its grim
And darkness grips my remnant of a
heart. Winter is pregnant with its agony,
Unleashing clouds, fog ,and mists, from the
start; Still, that child must seem like a star to
Age's freezing terror cuts me apart.
Yet Jesus seems healing, like being free...