Abstract: Age And Opportunity

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A long, slow breath is pulled over my teeth,

as I stare at the blank space of my life.

All my expectations and desire,

somewhere in the yonder,

but I know not where.

Or, best said, when.

I am tired and worn,

like old blue jeans,

comfortable but frayed.

More sips of air as I ponder,

how to get from today,

through the empty page,

to chapters filled with His glory.

And, I am not an old pair of jeans.

I am a man, my fate is unsettled,

and the blank space and empty pages are my opportunities.

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