Friday, July 8, 2011

The Most Aged



                                    They are a timeless treasure
                                    sitting in an old rocking chair
                                    no amount of time can measure
                                    the silver, gray in their hair

                                    Much knowledge fills their soul
                                    and flows from the most wise
                                    worth more than mountains of gold
                                    shining through crystal, clear eyes

                                    With a face that's wrinkled and worn
                                     joy still finds room to abide
                                     for lost years they've never mourned
                                     and happiness still sits by their side

                                     Their thoughts are never at end
                                      to a time long since past
                                      time has become their friend
                                      with much prayer it will surely last

                                      Burdens they have carried long
                                      in life they continue to steer
                                      embracing the world with a song
                                      refusing to make room for fear

                                     They've known hardships in life
                                     and worked their hands to the bone
                                     no stranger to struggles and strife
                                     just thankful for the light of dawn

                                     Advice may be to much for some
                                     and floats like the weight of a feather
                                     it should be taken as fast as it comes
                                     and hand and hand walk together

                                     Twice a child and once a man
                                      that's how the saying goes
                                      the most aged are priceless and grand
                                      the heart of a child surely grows

                                      When the curtain of time does fall
                                      as the body grows weary and tired
                                      the empty chair will be left for all
                                      and the path to follow will be hard

                              Susie Swanson       Published, 2010

18 comments:

  1. What a beautiful poem. Makes me think of my grandparents now long passed away and the knowledge they passed on to me, the stories and their never ending love.

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  2. Thank you so much, I know what you mean. I have so many memories myself..Susie

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  3. Hi Susie, your poem today is so beautiful and deeply meaningful. A few years ago my friend Vicki and I taught a Bible class at out local nursing home once a week. I had the opportunity to meet some truly wonderful people and I will never forget our happy times together and the quiet strength and dignity they showed. The line in your poem about how they have seen struggles and strife and yet only want to see the light of dawn is so profound. That describes it exactly. Getting to know these priceless older ones, taught me to look at life differently, to worry less about success or failure and to value "endurance". Their endurance showed me what it means to be truly faithful. Have a lovely evening ahead! Delisa :)

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  4. Susie WOW! THis fits so many fo my grand people I work with every week. Oh I think you have the heart of each one in this peom. You are such an awesome writer. Love this.
    Blessings
    Could I might take this and copy it to take to work and share?
    Let me know. Thanks

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  5. A poem for eternal wisdom, love and experience. Life's masters!! great Susie.

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  6. A wonderful poem , I am not THAT old but getting along that way, I found this really a pleasure to read. I wonder why my son has turned against me and am being deprived of seeing his three children, why he tore his sons' birthday card I sent to him. Life sure is strange but I do have some wonderful memories of life through my family and travels.

    Have a lovely week-end.
    Yvonne.

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  7. A beautiful tribute, Susie. I like the line that speaks of embracing the world with a song ... It paints a nice picture, our song being our outlook, perspective, attitude, that we bring to every day.

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  8. Very nice, Susie. A lovely salute to those who have gone before us.

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  9. To each and everyone thanks so much for the wonderful comments. I cherish every word and comment. It means so much to me. Glad you all enjoyed it. Yes Beth you can copy it and share, let me know if they like it...Love you all..Susie

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  10. Susie,
    This is a very touching poem. It reminds me of my granddaddy who used to sit in the rocking chair. You've done a great job writing this poem.

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  11. Words well written for us. I really understand the phrase, "twice a child, once a man." I'm getting there :)

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  12. Thank you Brenda coming from a wonderful writer like you that means a lot.

    Thank you lil red hen, glad you enjoyed it. We all are getting there, some a little faster than others..lol. Susie

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  13. Susie I am copying and will be taking it to work with me. Im hoping they will put it on their little board. I will see.
    It is so beautiful!
    Thank you for allowing me this wonderful gift to share.
    Blessings

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  14. Beautiful, Susie. It makes me think of my dad who is almost 87 years old. He has been without my mom since 1996. He still smiles and has a twinkle in his small eyes.

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  15. Thank you Janet, I know what you mean, I wrote it with my mom and dad in mind..

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