The Ageing Factor
Oh death, leave us now, let us age with
dignity and gray our ageing hours in silence.
Bring the rocking chair closer to the hearth,
let us rock in gentle repose, bring us
final chapter, so gently into our
Don’t steal away our thoughts and fog
our minds, give us clarity and not
bewilderment, open a book kindly,
let the frayed edges caress our still
nimble finger tips, turning each page
with yesteryears memories.
Our faces once were loved, we tasted
youth and savoured each moment,
skipping a pebble with happy grace.
Love never false, true forever wanting
a never ending changing pace.
Though our sun is setting beyond the
crimson tide, let us hear God’s murmur
from a distance so clear, for love never
fled our side, it echoes from the
mountain tops as church bells ring
across the meadows fair to welcome
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