For Those of Many Years
Faces of older ones may be wrinkled, I confess,
but with many years of life they've been blessed.
Each smile and helping hand they have offered
is returned to them by memories in their coffers.
My heart is saddened by those who speak ill
of grannies and gramps with words of ill-will.
Do not mock fragile hands that cared for you
because their gray hair is now tinged with blue.
Though their eyesight grows weary and weak
gentle words of love they continue to speak.
Kindness still lives inside hearts beating slowly
But do not treat them as though they are lowly.
Place a sweet kiss upon an elder's upturned cheek
hold a veined hand instead of giving a rude critique
Spend a little more time with those who need care
and remember one day you'll be sitting in that chair.
Show respect for those who have reached old age
have patience with them instead of venting in rage
One day you will wear those wrinkles on your face
and you will welcome the arms of a loving embrace
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