We outgrow dancing every night,
and sit home by the firelight;
Relaxing with the family
with children dangling from our knee.
The wild oat days are dead and done,
but what of when the kids are gone?
Our son grows up, our daughter weds.
The family expands and spreads.
The children come from wide and far,
to ransack Grandma’s cookie jar;
But what prepares us for the day
when all these children fly away?
The world revolves, the years speed by.
Life’s song becomes a lullaby.
We search for some familiar face,
some comfort in our time and space,
A shoulder we can cry upon.
when all we loved in life has gone.
If fortune smiles, and nature’s kind,
before we leave the world behind,
as we await our final call,
we once again may see them all.
When God sits by our rocking chair,
in our mind’s eye, they’ll all be there.
, , this one makes my mood pensive, , , you wrote about a thought that we all would have in our mind as we grow old, , , wonderful poem with wonderful emotions...your poems are beauttiful
What a lovely thought Thomas - who knows, maybe we shall see our lost loved ones again. Beautifully penned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thomas- your emotion and compassion came shining through in this memorable, sad, yet cheerful nostalgic presentation. Well worth my time. This kind of poetry touches peoples hearts. It was very moving