Closing Years
In these closing years of your life
Each time I see your white hair that was once so black
Your body bent that was once so straight
I remember you throwing me up in your arms
And waiting for you impatiently at the gate
Let time quietly glide away
And grace touch every moment that is left
Never to know distress, worry, stress
And when you close to rest your eyes to rest one day
It might be to the sound of familiar footsteps I guess
That you can follow without any fear in your heart;
And to the sound of soft beloved voices,
Maybe that is the way loved ones depart.
Copyright: Rani Turton
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