Randi Bard

Rookie (03-18-1977 / Mt. Vernon, TX)

The Gift Of Growing Old - Poem by Randi Bard

With one look into her eyes, you can see a special light,
A twinkle, a glow, a woman that has put up a fight;
She is full of faith for her Lord, strength, and courage,
She is like a rose that has never wilted; only grown more beautiful and flourished;
She has struggled and sometimes stumbled throughout the toughest of years,
Only to overcome and conquer, while wiping away the tears;
Over time the Lord has given her a gift more precious than gold,
One we do not all receive—the gift of growing old.


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  • (2/13/2010 8:39:00 AM)


    Very good..how true it is that we are lucky to live a full life. Wayne (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 13, 2010



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