My joints don’t work,and my hip hurts
The old bruises are of my past.
Never once had I thought
That my youth would never last.
I wasted my time upon this earth
Wishing that I had done more with my worth
For my talents lie, in how I touch the sky,
And yet the blindness of childhood took me.
I get out of bed, not once, but twice,
For I’ve fallen and can’t get up.
The bruises on my back are so old now,
But yet, my memories are worse.
There is nothing on this earth
That can make it all better,
Once you’ve wasted away.
So go my loved ones,
Take care of yourself,
Before your bruise becomes your crutch.
My back is fine, my ailment- age,
And my true spirit now lies in the day.
If only I had known that love is what had grown
When we do it God’s way.
I smile now, as I see you there,
Dressed all pretty and nice,
And yet I frown, inside somehow,
Stressing on how you’ll waste it away.
So go my young ones, fly above the trees,
And soar to what you believe,
It’s in your heart, forever marked,
The job that really does please.
I can’t stress it enough my children,
that you worry and bash too much,
And instead of fighting
Over your whining
Just take to steps, and jump.
You move much quicker than I do now,
The old turtle that I am,
But too fast do you fly by the rose,
That helps you appreciate the sky.
Love, and be merry,
From within the heart it starts,
The treasure of all that begins.
For upon the door of your heart,
Is the century of life that wins.
Goodbye my children,
My little ones in thought,
And know this one thing.
The next time you fly by the door,
You may never see the wind.