Cat Nights of Winter

My days are long
My nights are short
I wouldn't have a life
If it weren't for work.

I was built for two.
Not on my own.
So God's lesson was
To leave me alone.

He once sent a blessing.
I held her in my arms.
But, with all my effort,
I couldn't keep her from harm.

We headed straight
Into harm's path.
Now I'm left
To think only aft.

Maybe my run on this planet
Won't be very long.
But the wake I'll leave
Is guaranteed strong.

I won't let the world
Snuff out my light.
Because, deep in my soul,
I know, I'm right.

It is not really
That I'm growing old.
It's, as though,
I'm growing cold.

It's not death
But, living I fear
And more so,
With each coming year.

So it is in this
Repository heap
I'll pray the Lord
My soul to keep.

Because at this point
There is no one else
Who can save me
From myself.