I thought upon the elderly
And whispered a prayer,
Giving thanks to God
For their sojourn here.
Such kind and gentle souls
From generations ago,
What they are to us,
They will never know.
A sure and beaten path.
A guide along the way.
The dedicated laborer
Who's now old and gray.
Patriarchs and matriarchs,
And early pioneers.
The bridge that has brought us
As we've journeyed here.
Soldiers of great sacrifice,
Treasured more than art.
We honor, love and cherish them
Deep within our heart.
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Absolutely beautiful and caring thoughts for us old timers.. I will treasure this. You exposed your character which is compassionate and thoughtful Oh.. for more like you
Luvli thought and tribute to the elderly who pave the way for us all and who deserve dignity and respect to the end as you end the poem 'Deep within our heart' another tick in the right box for you...regards
respect: transitive verb: 'To feel or show deferential regard for; esteem or admire.' I DO NOT RESPECT, nor disrespect, anyone due to age. And I may respect one only sometimes. If I think a person is respectaable
I STRONGLY disagree with at least some of the poem and some of the comments. I believe that to a large degree the Old are still like the Young(er) in many ways. In each generation there will be a wide spectrum of goodness and badness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An honorable tribute to the elderly whom you respect in the form of a nice poem. I enjoyed the thought as much as the write. Thanks and best wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan