I’ve Grown Weary, I’ve Grown Old


Finding myself lost once
I wouldn’t have thought twice.
Exhorting myself onward,
I’d reckon for steep price.
While places changed,
And steps abounded,
Earth’s furies stopped me cold.
Lust-filled days, long passed,
Sleepless nights, surrendered.
I’ve grown weary, I’ve grown old

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Tom Zampino is an attorney in private practice in New York City who makes his home on Long Island. He and his beautiful and accomplished wife have raised two fantastic daughters, four cats, two dogs, and various other domesticated creatures over the past three decades. He formerly blogged at the Catholic Channel at Patheos.


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