Golden years
Have you ever thought about the phrase they call the golden years?
And wonder what it really means, as time does draw them near.
For some it means the end of work, to enjoy what’s left in time.
To fulfill their many dreams, taking one dream at a time.
Could this be the scenario? That someone had in mind.
When they coined the golden years and thought that they would find.
As I look around and view those in their golden years.
I see this as a time, when older people fear.
A time when most people, are barely getting by.
The age of life is showing, in their face and in their eyes.
What money they have coming in, can not be put aside.
It’s either food or medicine, as they must decide.
A time when many older folks have found themselves alone.
And one last stop before they pass, we call it nursing homes.
A time when sickness comes on quick and health is a concern.
Seems a shame these are the years, that they all once yearned.
To make those dreams reality, as you are growing old.
Their dreams once shared will never be, nor will they reach their goal.
Have you ever thought about the phrase they call the golden years?
And wonder what it really means, as time does draw them near.
Takes a lot of gold for these years…for most of us, anyway. GOOD POEM—EXCELLENT PICTURE (OR IS IT EXCELLENT POEM—GOOD PICTURE…MY AGE IS BEGINNING TO SHOW!).
By: Jonathan Caswell on September 1, 2012
at 1:58 am
thanks partner! just four more weeks we celebrate number 45 married
By: Ron DuBour on September 1, 2012
at 1:35 pm