Old Age And Then … - Poem by Royston Allen
Beauty like water will just flow away
passing at the midnight of our last day.
For then all our strength begins to go
as we swiftly age and much older grow.
Then our wrinkles and veins begin to show
and memory fades the older that we grow.
For the day will come when our life is spent
and into death’s dark void we will be sent.
Is this really what our life is all about?
Does it just end when our time runs out?
Not so! For this body is only a shell.
And of my soul I want now to tell
The person that’s me will never grow old
I’ll live on after my story’s been told
and right through the veil of death I will walk
and with the Saviour of Souls I will talk.
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