Did you see that old lady walk slowly this way?
Did she lean on an old bent cane?
She once went to London
Before her 14th birthday came.
Don’t despise the old people that pass slowly by
They have stories of when they were young
They were fit then, and active, the world at their feet
Yet now to history belong.
We all have our youth but it will never last
Our lives but a passage in time
But the old have a history whether written or not
They remember when life seemed sublime.
So now as they wander the doorsteps of Heaven
And wait to be called up Home
Please remember old folk with a kind thought or two
For they once had lives like your own.
Wyn Barratt. Sept 2012.
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