Our Wise Elders
Our Wise Elders
Near it's end, the elderly hear it's soft call.
As when listening to a seashell.
Mysterious, it invites them to life's
welcome end.
They seem to know God is waiting just for them.
Just there beyond there, the floral gardened bend.
Fearless, quietly they go,
With joy, we bid them adieu.
For we know, how we loved them so deep and true!
November 20, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment