GETTING OLD


by: Michael Dubina


Life can be a little bit weary
In our greying years of time
When the many loves we cherished
Are but memories of mind;
Growing burdens bear upon us
That deny our joys of old
And each Summer in its passing
Seems to be a bit more cold.

It is, also, time of heartache,
If one has to live, alone;
Days and nights of empty treasures
Willed to empty heart and home;
Silent fears and silent worries
Add their griefs, for us to bear,
And we find our only comfort
Is with God, in quiet prayer.


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