This Poem was Submitted By: George J. Stewart On Date: 2001-01-16 14:10:30 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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They Call it Silver. They Call it Gold.

  When we get old We take the time to enjoy all things a little more. The sun, moon, and stars. The clouds and the blue sky. The greens and gold's of the trees, weeds, and grasses. The beautiful aromatic flowers, with the busy bee. The cow with the newborn calf in the spring. The mare and her colt, the doe and fawn. When we get old Most of our bad deeds are forgiven. Forgiven most of those bad deeds done. Forgotten the losses, realized the winnings. The worst of it in the perspective of time . The meaning in life we have found. When we get old We don't have to think like everyone else. We can always be our own true self. We have found our place in the sun. We have done what we needed to do. What we want to do we will get done. When we get old We can be more bold. We don't have to do as we are told. The flowering of youth we can still behold. Our Grandbabies we can hold. Our Great Grandbabies too when we get that old. Better Than Silver, Better Than Gold. IT'S REALLY GREAT TO BE OLD.

Copyright © January 2001 George J. Stewart


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