As I Grow Old

AS I GROW OLD As I grow old I'll never miss another boat, or train, or flight Because Silence becomes a pocket book of fat cash I know where to put small change. As I grow old, I behold The bigger picture in life is the eye Not that eye stuck on itself Not that eye color blind Not that eye afraid of depth and height. Women are the eyes that weep for humanity When we're together; though far apart, men conspire we're rich What makes women rich? We are forgiving, nurturing, and When all else fails, we are flashlight in the dark. As I grow old, it appears My age won't bury a heart so young Who would confound a butterfly? And what is a home without the breath of God? As I grow old, I behold The bigger picture in life unites The core of man cannot stand alone, and For that reason, we have two eyes; One of depth and faces forward. *