Author Richard Rutt Let my house be mist and haze, and my friends the wind and moon;While the land is at peace I'll decline into old age.Just one thing I ask of life: that my faults may disappear. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments