The Fourth Stage of Life
I followed the perfume she wore
Walking up the quay
She moved with grace and poise
Stepping out of her Rolls-Royce
Platinum glistening in a sun pool
A millionaire bedecked with jewels.
I was on a wheel-chair we met on the deck
She looked sad all I could do was stare
We got talking she was in a quandary
I sat up and heard her story
Three stages she had strived under light beams
Accumulating wealth means and dreams
A quiver rippled down mainstream
Penance and tears a flowing stream
I was travelling to raise funds for children
Just like me sitting on moving wheels.
She offered support and we got off the boat
To enter a quaint home where children’s laughter
roamed.
Her mood now uplifted no tears left to trace
As she was leaving a child grabbed
her legs and stared at her face
The child only said I want to remember your face
So when I meet you at heaven’s space
I recognise you with loves embrace
The fourth stage of her life now graced.
8.2.2021
Mind your P’s and Q’s
Sponsor Michelle Faulkner
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