Retirement Prayer Poems
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He was always so happy
strong and bold.
He'd give you the shirt off of his back.
He had a rough life
growing up through the depression,
but like he always does,
he got through it.
He has two boys, of whom he is so proud.
Moved from Regina, to Victoria.
He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted.
But ever since his wife died,
he has not been the same.
But like he has always done,
he got through it.
just a little forgetful.
That's how it always starts out...
But like always, he powered through it,
He is not the same person that I used to know.
He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind.
Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes.
He likes to play the blame game,
but we know he doesn't remember that it was him.
He wakes up in the night
shaking with pain,
tears streaming down his face.
There is nothing we can do,
Two more tylenol.
Hold on to hope
for as long as you can,
It's only a matter of time now.
He gets vocal, a very loud tone.
He'll block you in your room
and make false accusations
But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him.
Tick tock, tick tock...
You can't handle the stress anymore
you have to leave.
Just hope for the best,
maybe it will get better.
Surprise, it doesn't.
Your denial is foolish, everyone knows
what happens next.
All results of
Copyright © Laura Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
God answers prayer
indeed that is certain
many can indeed testify
blessing to God is their refrain
I can indeed testify so
as I am retired now
something which I had prayed for
and now it's happened wow!
My works future was uncertain
then redundancy came to me
being not 60 years yet
but God said you're free
Age doesn't come into His plan
for our future is eternally true
God works us in His purpose
his servants we are to do
Our father owns all the cattle
on a thousand hills
what's our life in that comparison?
within my heart He stills
Copyright © Gordon McConnell | Year Posted 2013
O Lord, I bring not calf nor my first child,
My palms are empty and my pride is hollow.
Leaves have fallen with this winter that has walked
the face of this earth to find a hermitage in me,
and I seek solely thy grace to till my barren soul.
These lips know hundreds of hymns of wretch,
This tongue confesses how life is a tangram of a thousand ends,
These eyes harbour a lake of salt
and each teardrop is a prayer you already know.
Every leaf browns at the feet of its mother
As every parched heart falls at the feet of its father-
These feet know millions of miles,
My knees are heavy and I fall before thee;
O potter of the universe, patch my heart;
Patch this heart every time my faith leaks,
Rid this querulous mind of the fear of contentment
And keep it chaste from the lust for coin.
Free me from this chess of mindless might,
Free me from these weevils poisoning the bumper crop of global peace;
There is a hopelessness sucking on the succulence of my life
And this melancholy of mine is of a harp before an empty throne.
The lantern of my heart sits devoid of flame;
O sower and reaper of breath,
May these last ounces of breath buried in this breast
surrender before thy feet the mayhem within my graceless life.
Copyright © Kunda Chamatete | Year Posted 2017