Leaning Over Levers Poem by Tom Squires

Becoming older is not seamless
Or always graceful
But occasionally fumbling with a memory
Or some name
Like the grumbling
Of old freight cars
Or waiting patient in a grocery line
Or some memory of passing soldiers
Heading home through airports
And along highways
While news crackles on some radio
The arrival of evening
And coffee on the stove
The minor relief of a lawn mowed
And the only way out is through
To be born again through it all
And we are born to overcome
And by God are renewed once again
Through his grace