Why are people so afraid, this day to surely come,
Some will take the long way,
convalescent hospital some at home, the situation
Is the same, a room 10x10 a 4 drawer dresser,
Perhaps a chair to rest your feet, you will be allowed
Space on the wall to hang the pictures of you loved
Ones you never see no more, This my friend what is
Waiting for you, everyone, can’t for-tell the day,
God to have his way. Assigns the hour and the time,
As we have no say.
When I grow old! I too will forget this worldly mess,
But until this day comes when I am senile let me
Remember the happiness of the past,
The family I have and all that.
Written by Charles Garcia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'The aged and the Dying' - Having the courage to recall the past and enjoy the choices of the present :)