At four and thirty

Surrounded by people so dirty

(Like me I should confess)

Still so loving this loveless

 

Words I don’t like to reserve

But, words for you , do I deserve?

Yet, I dare, with His grace

To write about one and double Grace

 

Only can I plead guilty

Alas my self in reality

Accept this poor piece of poesy (piece of poor poesy) I plead

Expect, a life closer to God you’d lead