When I was young and vibrant I had so many friends
Some of them told me they'd be with me to the end
Now I'm old and feeble my hair is full of gray
How I could use those friends right now as in my younger days
Some people say I'm senile because my mind will come and go
I just wish somebody would care enough to show
That I am not forgotten and just love me like I am
I know Jesus loves me and I'm his precious lamb
One day soon when Jesus comes and takes me home with him
I'll wear a crown of righteousness embellished with fine gems
To God I have been faithful he's always seen me through
That day I hope to hear him say 'My child I'm pleased with you
You're welcome in my presence, come rest your weary bones
I promise you up here with me you'll never be alone'
Inspired by my Mom Kathleen G. Thompson
Living With Alzheimers in SC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem