Old Is Gold

About my great grandma it’s told That her heart never grew old or cold I cannot keep this incident on hold Wherever I am, I always unfold Her counsel freely she has sold Many consider her tips as gold Several souls she did mould While others claim she’s very bold I never believe what others say Unless witnessed in my own way I was aged thirteen then For me, her farm-house treasured fun I wore a chain of gold Exquisite piece of unique mold I paraded with this golden ware Unwilling to remove it anywhere On a particular day Everything did look gay A stranger with her did converse His looks and thoughts were diverse At home, there was no other member, Except great grandma and me, I vividly remember She at length could talk But without crutches could not walk That stranger threw a sinister look At the costly chain around my neck Her seventh sense foretold The impending danger on hold Her life on earth was very long Experience titled her ‘wise and emotionally strong’ Suddenly she called out my father’s name I stood perplexed unaware of her game I knew my father was far away Preaching in a remote village that day Yet thought, “what’s she prating anyway” Perhaps my father returned some other way I wondered with my mouth being shut Until that stranger left our hut I turned right, left, north and south Before I could open my mouth Then my great grandma smiled. “Thank God you kept quiet child He wanted to snatch your chain And run away with his gain. His intent I could not convey But before he could have his way I called your father to keep him away As I expected, he ran away.” Through God’s wisdom she did act Thwarting his plan saved my chain intact Through this incident I knew A wonderful lesson old yet new Bold people sometimes do act strange Yet, keep danger away from their range Examine elder’s words without haste Heed their counsel, wisdom you will taste, Fruitful then your life shall be Forever your face will carry glee.