Being Old Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

Being Old

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If I could capture
A few of those times.
When fun was had,
And the sun always shined.

Those special moments
Of long ago.
When children laughed
and were always on the go.

Just a few.
To keep me sustained.
To view their smiles
And forget the rain.

Happy kids.
Parents to.
Who come to visit;
Chase away my blues.

Being old can be
A very blessed thing.
Surrounded by loved ones
Who keep you sane.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jayne Davies 13 May 2022

Great poem. Loved it!

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