Thursday, February 25, 2016

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, 2016


  1. Susie, I love those last two stanzas; I feel almost like I'm a good subject for your poem. :)

  2. This is a wonderful poem, Susie. The aged are treasures indeed! So nicely written.

  3. What a beautiful poem about the aged, Susie. I always show respect to the elderly; they have had many hardships in their lifetime, and still have faith, hope, and love. We can, indeed, learn from them. My aunt just turned 88, and she is a joy in my life.

    love, ~Sheri

  4. Susie, Your poem tugged at my heart. Making me miss all the older people I once knew, I once was related to...they are all gone. Only two of my mom's dear old friends are still alive. All the old neighbors gone.I try to be kind to all...we never know what they are living thru. Blessings to you my dear friend, xoxo,Susie

  5. Susie I love this poem. It really touched me and reminded me of my grandparents. You really know how to write beautiful poetry that touches the hearts of readers.