Odie

Turn back the hands
To those happy sorrows
Push forth the fort
In bright springtime May
To those joyful ironies
Of days set free
Through the passage of time
But a function of the
Biological grime
Imprison me in your faith
As we walk along with
Unreserved grace
Stars spell the signs
As silver streaks
Purposefully unwind
Grow old with me
Counting the days
As we walk through
The limitless winds
Beating down upon our beings
With divine blessings