IF I EVER GROW OLD
From where my world began throughout my travels to different lands,
The history of my life up until this point has been written and put in a box.
I’m still young, but what is young, a number attached to the years lived here,
It’s a feeling inside, energy that you put out and the wanting of life keeps you young.
If I ever grow old then I’ll have been the lucky one, given a gift of more time to dream,
My book of life will be full of pages that describe who I am and then one day was.
There will be many thoughts and memories of a man’s life, pictures of my existence,
Will I be forever remembered or perhaps thought of by those still living.
Will only the name of me, that which was given be all that rests of my life,
If I ever grow old will I be of good health and mind to sit back in a rocking chair
So that my children or Grandchildren may listen to me as I share my thoughts.
If I ever grow old then to the lord I’ll thank for this book of life full of stories told.
Keith Garrett
Nicely expressed. Thank you.
tHANKS FOR READING
On Fri, Aug 2, 2019 at 5:26 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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