Sonnet: Nearer My God To Thee... Poem by Dr John Celes

When old and haggard, one becomes in life,
Each fleeting moment passes by God’s grace,
Love’s yearning, want of care adds on to strife,
A mellowed look replaces mask on face!

The glorious past is evergreen in minds;
The world’s indifference anguishes the heart;
The search for God, a new dimension finds;
Living the ebbing days becomes an art!

The younger world neglects the elderly;
Engrossed in selfishness, they spend their day;
To tend to old is waste of time surely!
But should they not return their love some way?

Self-caged by immobility, time goes;
The only friend is God when life turns worse!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-08-2013