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Decrepit, Stealing Our Time
“By the time you’re 80 years old you’ve learned everything. You only have to remember it.” - George Burns
I watched them
As they watched me
Silently, stunned to see
What would be the sum…
Shadowed by life’s plans
Do they understand?
There is One who had it planned
For them and me, it’s in His hands
I watched them go from young to old
Such a life, they lived with zeal
Silently, their fate they would seal
With love and hope, faith like pure gold
Listening to the melody of grace
They were my parents, my people
They loved God, the church and steeple
Inspiring me to adore their embrace
I watched as they changed
Their lives became a silent prayer
It wouldn’t be long, I’d see their gray hair
Revealing how their lives were rearranged
By the old age blues, the decrepit signs
Of golden years, not so golden at all
As time passed, their signatures they’d scrawl
Upon the bills for a chair that reclines
I watched them turn
From young to old
It was a sight to behold
Each wrinkle they’d earn
I don’t know how it feels to loose either one
Parents who’ve been mine for some 60 years
I know, without them here, I’ll be left in tears
Yet, when that time comes, their real life has only just begun!
Copyright ©
Regina Mcintosh
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