Growing Old

           

 

When the hair is grey and heart is sad

Looking around for a friend you had,

People pass by you, rushing by,

Never a moment to stop and say Hi!

 

Do your near ones stop to see,

How sad that face that used to be?

Or feel that sigh from

Deep within,

Of days gone by and the joys therein!

 

A child who once played upon your knee

Knows not now, how tired I be.

How my limbs are weak and eyes so bleak

I cannot do what the heart so seeks.

 

I need a loving hand to hold

Someone to hug and look behold 

Never thought that the day would come

When I am weak and old,

Without a warm and loving hand to hold. 

 

Gone is the all I lovingly gave,

The heart is empty, as none was saved

Saved not so much as a tiny bit,

As I now bow my head before I quit.