The Last Worthless Evening

He had all that he ever wanted or so at least he had thought But his roots were never planted but in the things he sought His children now all grown and his wife sitting next to his side He had everything a man could own as upon himself he relied Everything in life was fine and there was little to worry about Appearing like a fine wine for only a connoisseur would doubt But underneath something was missing becoming more clear There was no more dismissing life seeming to be so insincere People come and people go to it there is no rhyme or reason Staring up at the Plough as he had done every winter season In seeing his mind began to wonder to all such greater things Everything which is there under to such amazing Glory it sings After sixty five long years Charlie had just now come to see Looking through those tears his very soul had become free So long for Charlie God waited so patiently by Charlie's side His Word being so clearly stated it's simply a matter of pride