Below is the poem entitled The Benefits of Old Age which was written by poet
Bingham. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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As he sat on his old front porch gently rocking his swing.
His old mind a million miles away not really thinking on anything.
Staring into space he just let his old thoughts run free.
Wondering how he got to this place, all alone and lonely as could be.
Just killing time somehow became the daily norm.
Without someone to share your thoughts somehow life can take on a brutal
His children are all grown and they never come by.
They’ve got lives of their own was his reasoning as to why.
Was I this selfish, as he tried to recollect those memories from way, way back.
Maybe I was he thought as he tried to get his thoughts back on to track.
A tear ran down his old face as he got up to go back inside.
The pain was still there too hard for him to hide.
There was nothing left for him to prove, he was just an old man and this he knew.
Everyday played out the same as he longed for this day to be through.
His nights were quite short while his days seemed to never end.
As he sat down at his table and called out to Jesus his only true friend.
He said Father when You’re ready please take me home.
I’m tired of this heartache of living alone.
As he sat at the table he felt a sudden peace.
He felt his soul being lifted in its final release.
With angels all around him he ascended in flight.
Heading for heaven he’d be there fore night.
As he reached Heavens Gate there stood our Lord.
He said I’m sorry but you weren’t ready I know it was hard.
He said I know that you’re ready so please come on in.
There is someone that’s been waiting she is waiting within.