September 2,2000
~*~ Age ~ *~
Your youth has left you oh so swift
They'll operate and restore your bones
Your mind is slipping ~ you make no sense
But they don't know that what you crave
But how can you say how you feel
How merciless is the old old age
~ If Ever ~
If ever my mind leaves me
And don't be sad by my quiet stare
And never fear to take my hand
~~Song playing~~
Just yesterday you were twenty and six
Your children grown and sometimes call
They worry if perhaps you'll fall
And when you do because you're brittle
Your bones will break ~ the hurt not little
Perhaps you'll want to be left alone
You're so old now and no one cares
That you will never climb the stairs
They'll tie you in a lousy chair
And forget how long you're sitting there
But now you won't worry about the rent
You'll cry a lot and get depressed
Perhaps you'll always feel oppressed
They all will say that you're senile
Because at times you'll sit and smile
Is just affection and not a grave
Just someone kind might take the time
To ask you if you're feeling fine
Or on a day that you are blue
Someone might come and read to you
When they all think you're not for real
They will snicker behind your back
Because you're old they think you lack
The wisdom that you learned in life
The things you've done to ease their strife
I hope that when I reach that stage
That God will grant my hopeful prayer
That he will lift me to His chair
And you will remember all I knew
Cause I will be a memory of you.
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And my memories are gone
Look within my soul to see
A glimpse of someone who used to be
Cause my heart is filled with thoughts of you
And any sparkle in my eyes is here
Because you wandered near
Cause I will always understand
The touch of love will always be
The gift that God has granted me.
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Ain't It A Shame