GROWING OLD

by cindald - Not entered

I sit here and I wonder,
how it feels to grow so old.
I look into such lonely eyes,
and see a glimpse of gold.
The gold must be from heaven ,
our Dear Fathers sign he's there,
and I know he holds them closely,
ever closely in his care.
Until there time on earth is over,
and their day has come at last,
one more breath and then its over,
to a better life they pass.
Our Dear Father waits to greet them,
at the pearly gates and streets of gold.
In the heavens no ones lonely ,
or ever fears of growing old.
Though their life on earth is over ,
their new life has just begun,
A brand new life is dawning like,
the rising of the son.

Reason for writing:

    I WORKED IN A NURSING HOME
AND SAW SO MANY LONELY
ELDERLY PEOPLE DYING SAD AND ALONE
IT MOVED ME I KNEW GOD WAS THERE FOR
THEM.    

Birth sign: Not entered
Date created: 1999-02-26 12:05:21
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:40:57
Poem ID: 51937

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