I thought upon the elderly
And whispered a prayer,
Giving thanks to God
For their sojourn here.
Dear Lord, as busy
As You must be,
Now this is the ballad of Jeremy Jones,
And likewise of Bobadil Brown,
Of the Snooks and the Snaggers and Macs and Malones,
And Diggle and Daggle and Down.
I'm young than the time
I'm small than the space
The time has no expiration date
Ye nymphs whom starry rays invest,
By flattering poets given,
Who shine, by lavish lovers dress'd,
In all the pomp of heaven.
For the most part senior citizens live
in the margins of life. Most you see, are
not fully involved. They are paid courtesy
visits-if they are fortunate and are more
I watched a couple the other day
Both in their 80s at least
She was scraping out a trench
In which to plant some seeds.
They love to walk;
They love to talk;
They need our care;
Some only stare!
I know an elderly lady
At her window she sits
She's always there when I go out
watching the world and people about