Grandma Is Aging
In ultimate wisdom, she grows
As her old age comes calling
Happy to see her flesh wrinkles
The eyes still hold their tender glows
On a stroll each leg trickles.
Mumbling words in silence
Her senility replaced with wisdom
In her eyes reveries of young
She tells of tales of patience
The crown that awaits her in God's kingdom
Always the theme in her song.
Grandma is aging
Her hairs grey on every plus
She's grown the wisdom tooth
And sucks her cheeks caged-in
Aging is to all of us
To be old is the gospel truth.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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