Gary Edward Geraci

Old Black Lucy

Together we age,

Impeded, same gaits,

Some gates closed: stiffness,

Laborious pain.

We’re lumbering, now

So careful to step,

To balance then move.

You old black Lucy,

Remembered you’ll be,

In the new newness

Of the Heavens above,

A new Earth to come.

Oh old black Lucy,

The old earth our friend.

Man’s friend, friend to me,

Your mantle’s fulfilled.

Unconscious of conscience

Afterlife it’s true,

You’re of God whom is

All good, creates all

That is good; here and

Now and forevermore.

Gary Edward Geraci