We are simple folk, old and tired.
We weep none, and sing much.
That’s all we have,
now that’s the truth.
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dignified in tone...hope we hold on to that helm right till the end
such a fine poem. I saw my father cried reading this. I promise to be kind to old people. Love............................................................................................Risha
The truth is, we all hope to live long enough to experience it. Compassionate write, Melvina! Brian
Memory takes a back seat, we try hard to be neat. Our clothing, off color and mostly don’t fit the nice poem for us
It comes to us all, and we always hope that we can keep our dignity at the end. Lovely write. love Ernestine XXX
((050) Cost Of Time by Melvina Germain.) **What a precious poem; a keepsake. Thank you.