When you are old


Now you are old

Now you are old and grey and full of care
And anxious before me, forgive this verse
And put away the pain and grief you nurse
To find the story that you need to share.

Left lost for words and lonely in this place
Forgetful of those happy days now gone
Hand me your memory to sing your song
And bring to peace your turmoil with glad grace.

When I see your sweet smile break the surface
Not just a backward glimpse of happiness
But something to be thankful for and bless
As, hanging on to love, it will suffice.


Published in ‘Lost for Words’ by David Potter, 2014
Published by Amazon

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